Friday, November 18, 2011

Whilst the Leaves

Cool murmur of water through apple-wood
Troughs without number
The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves
Lend their music to slumber.

Friday, November 11, 2011


On a bare branch,

a crow has landed:

autumn nightfall.

Friday, November 04, 2011

Love Rain

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain. ~Billie Holiday