Monthly Archives: December 2015

painted

she, the butterfly

i, the moth

yearning, to be painted


fear

scaling the edge

mountain of fear

never looking down


storm

she entered his eyes

through a ripping tide

and was lost

letting go

embracing the storm


angels (haiku)

upon the mountain

angels undulating

a burning bush


fringe

upon the fringe

like dusk,

your path,

soft,

ever fading