CrocusSmiling indigoa crocus breaks the surfaceshadow on the snow.
LanternsThe neighbors scattered crumbs across the yard,lighting lanterns where the hawthorne blazed,gathering honey comb from the beehives -the restless weight of summer in their aprons.Lighting lanterns where the hawthorne blazed,we watched them wander down the mountain - the restless weight of summer in their aprons,bruising stones with their thin paper shoes.We watched them wander down the mountain;the neighbors scattered crumbs across the yard,bruising stones with their thin paper shoes,gathering honey comb from the beehives.
Friend or FoeShall I consider thee a friend or foe - you wear the suit of bothI can't decipher your disguise - each time you turn another wayIt seems your heart knows many faces - so I will keep my distance
BawdyThere once was a fair dominatrixwho flatly refused to wear latexthe wearing of leathergave her much pleasure(not to mention her strange rubber complex)There was an old stripper named Lilwho once showed remarkable skillher breasts once so roundnow dragged on the groundPoor Lil was quite over the hill!There once was a man called de Sadewhose behavior was terribly badwith bull whips he'd satehis bestial tastesmy God, what a horrible cad!
BattlesBattle of the SexesDefinitely in women's minds, men's promises are over-ratedDefiantly inside his head, he does not know she's aggravated Assuredly her telling him not to call was not translated Reluctantly he turns away for their love is terminated Rich Man, Poor ManPrincewealthy, regalwarring, wenching, plottingstatesman, soldier, farmer, servantstarving, working, dyingpoor, humblePauper
RondeletsBlackbirdsBlackbirds crying,Beaks pierced with rue; wing tips brokenBlackbirds cryingFrail songs born on air and dyingAnd frail sounds no voice has spokenTiny beating hearts laid openBlackbirds cryingShiverShiver of hipsA twist of silk sends coins flyingShiver of hipsthe rhythm poised upon her lipsDancer, her seven veils sighingsilk upon her bronze skin lyingShiver of hips
DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils.A solitary path I claimedIn seeking shelter from the crowd;And lo, when all deserted me,I wandered lonely as a cloudI sought the green and grassy knollsBetween the rustic barns and mills,And spied the new winged, dappled larkThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,The silent majesty of thoughtsWas broken as I dreamed aloud.I was wrested from my reverieWhen all at once I saw a crowdThis treasure grows and rests uponthe fertile soil where river spillsI'll rest my weary bones withinA host of golden daffodils.
MoonlessThe moonless eveningturns its back against the skyand leaves it empty.Perhaps the morningwill come back with its hands full,holding up the sun.
RainRings and rivulets of waterRolling down the panes and roofRunning wildly through the guttersResting underneath the porchRaking wet across the shuttersRemaining still for far too longRestless children yearn to play