poetry

I wonder if anyone had ever made a poem
with front rhymes only, left like postscripts
for the careful reader. I will try to leave
a hidden message for you to find at your leisure
like so many other hidden gems, treasures
for the eyes that dare to trespass

poetry

the green grass
resists the reversal
of time

as white snows still
pile up on
the colder planes

poetry

Silent warrior
Perfecting deadly
Movement in newly
Greened fields

poetry

sun and rain

the sun and rain argue for a shot at the sky
the puddles are rimmed with gold
transparent, one with their lies