my self : the muse

Month: November, 2011

tawdling

watching my niece
strain to roll
fail
and try again

this too
is my life

and the spittle

can’t get no

my blessings lie
uncounted
heaps unconscious
clamoring
for what’s more

reprieve

let me go
slowly
seeing
what’s there

out of time

too late for leaving
too early to stay
this road runs on forever
eternity in a day

Georgetown Tea Ceremony

these white flowers
welcoming winter
leaves bitterness – alone