summer night’s storm
lovers wait hand in hand
for the Thunder-Moon
summer night’s storm
lovers wait hand in hand
for the Thunder-Moon
alone in the house
giving me company
dust bunnies
blurred photographs
of the good old days
sharp memories
sudden downpour
under the banyan tree
new love blooms
life is not a race
don’t run don’t compete
do not rush to the end
summer heat
fill the water feeder
the birds are here
un-ending pandemic
let’s make love not war
for time is short
a life of no rules
except what the nature asks of us
ah! such a distant dream
say you love me
for these three words
will always matter
creased sheets
and your scent
a memoir of
the night gone by