



i caught them
in the corner
of my eye
tumbling around
in an alleyway
settling
in the base
of a clay flower pot
keeping warm
under
a geranium
catching the last
warm rays
of the sun
and i sighed
that summer
will now be
a thing
of the past


























Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it. — 





a pile of small poems ~ haiku • senryu • gogyoshi • cinquain • and free verse
