A Country Road

The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn airAlong a country road, adrift in threads,Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare,As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead. I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads,Where rock-strewn shores in riddled dreams belieAnd time has …

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Western Clouds

The sun goes up and soars on to the endFor me to chase somewhere beyond, alone;Today I’m here to rest and meet a friend,By dawn I’m off to seek a shore unknown. It’s been near fifteen years without a restAnd now it seems the noise and …

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Early Spring

Hugging the path in early springWe walk here hand in hand;Though grass has yet to spring to life,To me it’s fresh-laid land. Nothing to do, pursuing the blooms,The willows have taught my mind:Again and again I come and goTo savor a cup of wine.  Original poem in …

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