In bright morning
a pale sun chases away
night shadows.
Crocus
Winter’s darkened days
now stretching minute by minute
to meet a lightened sky.
And I emerge slowly,
verdant tip of spring,
peeping from behind
cold glass
Spring
Winters creeping cold
still pierces
Spring’s feeble efforts.
Holds on to dampening shrouds,
crushing unborn hopes
of daylight’s lengthening.
Autumn
With creeping shrouds
of dampening mists
she touches fading trees
in a hazy undulation, Continue reading “Autumn”
Carnage Of Srebrenica
Men and boys
marched with innocent
dignity,
to be butchered
in cold blood. Continue reading “Carnage Of Srebrenica”