Softly Rocks The Heart's Cradle
A collection of haiku-inspired poems.
Waterfalls try all the ways of falling from one place to another.
An eyelash traps the summer sun's quivering butterfly wings.
Under the moonlight this falling snow seems to have no beginning.
Into the sky's Welsh slate seagulls scratch the grafitti of the storm.
The yellow moth leaves on trees a small Grecian vase for an archaeologist.
The trumpets of car lights reverberate under the midnight rain.
Waves display and turn the pages of the history of the sea.
The morning moon like melting ice in a night club's cocktail.
The hand in the thicket softly rocks the heart's cradle.