when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Present for Rick Prose

Acorns fall
tiny hand grenades, tin roof
while crows dance and laugh

beautiful fall day
room to breathe, time to ponder
leaves floating earthward

Both of these Haikus have been written by great poets. Both poets believe the other is a better writer. Both wrote their little poem to please the other,in reverence, beauty, and love.

night after night
from a great distance
two poets share images in their dreams

1 comment:

Michelle O'Neil said...

Beautiful, Stacy.