Saturday, November 19, 2011

The slanted sun touched
me when i came

When evening gave way to night
we floated in shaded lamp light

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The traveller left
after morning tea
as the pale sun rose
unnoticed behind
a rainy autumn mist
Today, I  wish to plant
a purple gerbera
beside the brick path
moss filled

Summer fades away
like the sweet smell of youth
Misty memories linger
This winter,  I promise
they shall all turn to dew