Three Eights

Poetry in three-eights time.

My Photo

It's just me.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Daydreaming your scent

A Japanese crush, pure and puce,
Mellons rolling stripped on the grass,
The spring brings out fresh scents of you.

Monday, December 20, 2004

Morning coffee

Big, pink, ceramic mug, hand-made,
I pause to fill--coffee and milk--
And think of you, my morning love.