Archives: Poem Gallery

a merry ant-trail
over the sundial–
spring afternoon

drinking hole
a gazelle stoops to
the stare of lions

apples
suns pulling on
the earth’s sweet water

apples
utterly composed
by moisture

sounds of summer
a bull roars out to
the stings of flies

autumn starts
the rustle of leaves
into slime in the pond

dog
barked holes
all night