All the lights are on
I'll press this large off button.
seasons change slowly.

How reluctantly

How reluctantly
the self emerges from sleep
the alarm clock ringing

humor disappears

humor disappears
slumbering clouds somersault
as seasons take their turns

demurely crafty
oddly shaped tomatoes
meekly, ripening

song singing itself

song singing itself
self searching piano keys
fingers move gently

Nihilists? Jesus

Nihilists? Jesus.
Drawing a line in the sand
Forget about it

Summer thought

Summer thought
all that's left
of winter dreams

he stops

He stops stands wanders,
secretive beauty lives,
A Dream through the window