
thin strip of land
thickens the horizon,
tears to sailors’ eyes.

thin strip of land
thickens the horizon,
tears to sailors’ eyes.








Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.



The chill is here.
The sky never
bluer.
The colors turn,
with leaves ever
fewer.
Until a last
hanger-on yields
to a weak breeze.



breeze-twisted leaves
catch the sunlight of an
Autumn afternoon.