Casually Daisy-ing Around

A Daisy that you are, so little, so freshly bloomed, that when a starving mountain goat sees you on the frosted, naked cliffs and sniffs your well-crafted petals, decides to starve — dies. Oh, would you not turn your gaze at me and shower your fragrance — invite sunlight into my dimly-lit room; would you… Continue reading Casually Daisy-ing Around

I Don’t Like to Keep You Waiting

Cold summer, blow the winds from north blow warm, rustle up a drying leaf or two, let the embroidered curtains unwind - my lover is in wait. Cold summer, let the flies buzz and the birds chirp, let the musicians tune their instruments - my lover is in wait. Cold summer, let the spade fall… Continue reading I Don’t Like to Keep You Waiting