crescent moon cradles
the evening start tonight
mother’s lullabye
Musings
Banker
on his doorstep
the banker abandons
all outstanding loans
Circling the Thought
passing the beggar
a man steps round the thought
of someone in need
Promises
chickadees twitter
at the empty feeder
broken promises
Last Words
all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams
Thistles
dusty earth
drinks in the morning rain
payback in thistles
Ripples
her reflection
rippled by a water bug
hurrying somewhere
