Upon soft winds I gently lie, Warmed by the sun in lofty sky, The smell of coffee drifting by, With the tang of smoke on my sigh, There's nothing left for me to try, But allow these lonely tears to dry.
Tag: Nature
Summer is an aching scream
Summer is an aching scream,So agonized and distended,That it comes out only as a whimper,Consumed by the cicada song.
A Yellow Bloom
My summer garden,Wilts beneath the joyless sun,Yet a yellow bloom,Finds a way of blossoming,A cool grace in hateful heat.
Dear Friend
She hiked up the mountain path,With the intent of leaving behind a note,But upon reaching the cliffside,Decided against it,And sent me a picture instead.
Pale white rivulets
Pale white rivulets,Across serene sky so blue,Like tears from afar.
Life Slips Away
When I close my eyes,I feel life slipping away,Like tobacco smoke,Or as blood carried away,By a gentle winter stream.
These drowned little towns
These drowned little towns,Abandoned with care and love,Reclaimed by the sea.
After the rainfall
After the rainfall,The damp heat rises, stronger,It's so freaking hot.
A small desk fan dies
A small desk fan dies,In the stillness that follows,The summer heat laughs.
The winds of summer
The winds of summer,Laden with humidity,Steals away my breath.
Discarded Recollections 