rain storms


The wind whispers

Calling softly

Like a mistress

To her bed

Swaying branches

Dance as the storms

Tempo moves into

An Evening of mystery


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Silver Trail ( a runner’s reflections)


The clouds hung close

the silver river view

the sun shines timid

I run past the hue

of late Autumn

and misty day

I sure my feet

Into the way

bringing me home

while I pray…




Autumn Run

Autumn Run