Tuesday, July 25, 2006


proclaiming my love
whether you hear it or not
every single night

1 comment:

Rick said...

A mouldy oldy

Linked Haiku and Cinquain

Blowing leaf dances
skillfully eluding me
I rake patiently.

We're holding hands
The campfire is burning.
No one is speaking.

We resonate
Over many miles
She smiles as she's reading this,