Man-made Rain

splashing like children
even the old woodpecker
man-made rain

Sea Tales

sit on the shore
one with the driftwood — listen
to the sea’s soft tales

she tastes in her sorrow
the salt spray of the sea
that swallowed her dreams

shattered by a rough wind
shards of moonlight ripple
across a dark sea

reaching across
the wide sea — the sun
highlights its path

who can believe
this river — a dried mud flat now
will rage come spring

walking hand in hand
the brilliance of first love
outshines the sunlit waves