Creative Works

A bit like Tai Chi
The sea moves rhythmically
Ebbing and flowing

Haiku

Curled up on the grass
A leaf lies in frozen form
Heralding Autumn

A big black beetle
In the middle of the path
Dead as a doornail

Marauding starlings
Looking for an easy meal
Feed on the bird seed

The fig has large leaves
Like eager hands they reach out
To catch the raindrops

If any poem strikes a chord with you, tell me. Only I will see it.

Nothing you write here is published on the site. There are no public comments and no moderation queue - your message goes straight to my inbox, and I read every one.

Thank you! Your submission has been received!

Oops! Something went wrong while submitting the form.