Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase