The world’s my oyster;
flying to every corner—
a life with borders.
Tag: people
Gateway

Old Venetian blinds,
gateway to the great outdoors
as limbs start to fail.
Shade

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.
Dream

Bright blue horizon—
buckled into a tin can,
refugees dream big.
Growing

Forest foster home
nurtures the young and needy—
heart of a dead tree.
