Friday, November 13, 2009


"wind gives way to calm
and the stream smooths, revealing
its treasure of leaves"

"the stillness of dawn
crashing between the branches
a solitary leaf."

"half of the minnows
within this sunlit
are not really there."
by J.W. Hackett

"Coloring itself across the pond
the autumn wind." by Vincent Tripi

No comments:

Post a Comment

if the spirit moves you, type some words