The chalk dissolved on the pavement when the first rains of the year came, Hopscotch trails and stick figures disappearing as the ground turned a deeper grey. Only the children were disappointed, having to retreat indoors, While the jubilant…
One day I will come back from outer space, by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll. My lines of lightning songs will flutter gold greetings of a prehistoric giant city The mountains that have been sleeping for hundreds and millions…
The barometer is dropping, skies filled with scudding clouds Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight And whip the water into waves with faces dark…
