look they falling on earth
from high above
I see them green
and I see them
in more colours
past
the days we recall
can’t weave again
clouds
it might rain here
oh, not so sure
the clouds
carry it around
for the showers
bottle
A bottle, I made
I human
of the glass
and of sand
carrying my liquids
all over the world
dusk
the sun dusks
and now it be little dark around
the stars still shaping
the way
for the miles
clutter
it’s so cluttered here
I can’t move
give me some to breathe
my lungs need a fill
Flute
Flute , I am
The sound I mean
Sooth your skin
Dancing limbs
Writing
The gist of the moment
The care of the hour
The expression known
Of the one quite
My easy-to-reach
Of the times
Helping to keep
My finds
Friend
The need of the dark hours
The light in the bright
leaf poetry 