Tag: poem

basho’s pond the turtle weeps for the frog

designed to serenade the autumn windsong

silent drive sea eagle spirals into the gloom

the ghastly grey face of the morning storm

identities buried deep in the autumn storm

a mother’s hum drowns out the sound of rain

almost noon the tug of cold currents

cracks in the subconscious bleed walls

in the eternal stillness a leaf shudders