Morning. As the hum mingbirds were hovering At the awakening of the Morning Glory, Awakening from the bowels of the sunrise  And you...

The Cloud . Falling through the blackest oceans, Can’t see or hear a sound, Only of my heart thumping slower, Sinking to no where but down, ...

Stray Birds I  Stray birds of summer come to my  window to sing and fly away.  And yellow leaves of autumn, which  have no songs, flutter an...