The silver rain slides off banana leaves,
They’re dark green with golden slivers
Scattered remnants of a grey morning
This is how the day has softly begun
The gentle pattering noise of peace
Is loud around the dwindling flame.
Though the dull mornings cool zephyr
That’s fresh and light. A meditative air
The dark green drops, the incense burns
Its wafting blue smells dry
The air outside is limp with wet.
Morning has gently arrived.

The crying grass, the huddling tees, the shifting leaves
The sky builds lower, the chasms lifting up
Pushed to the end of the road.
The silver worm slides shut
The distant hum
Serenity all in all.
Embalmed, encased, entombed
Trapped inside the commuter train,
The pallid hush of those dead to their soul.

The light is slanting across my page,
The shadows slide out from under the trees
All I wish is to lay down to sleep
Two immobile souls on separate rocks
The gulf is deep and narrow
One wants us to be together
The other pleased we remain apart

Sunlight bubbles through the shallow water
Wet sand lies at the blue skies edge
The waves beckoning curls laugh with false mocking.

Lone wolf, white,
White in the forest white
White footprints in the shadows of white
Crisp white hills, snapped against blue

Blue shadows fall on the white
Green shrunken from the light
Night shadows in the day
Lone wolf stalks his prey.

Sparrows feed on winter’s roots
Lone wolf white on white stalks