Charcoal Grey
28th October 2007
My first car was a hearse.
I expect that it will also be my last.
This continuity, strangely, is comforting.
It has shaded my soul.
Charcoal Grey is
more than a colour swatch option.
So I walk.
To show I am alive, and
to lengthen the journey
between pick up points.
Evening Outlook
25th October 2007
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)squirrels bury nuts –
long shadows cast a dark
cane for my hand
Amoung Pines
4th October 2007
Filed under Haiku, Poetry | Comment (0)lofty canopy
ejects emptied needles –
dim lifeless graveyard