Rain Drops - Water Series

Floating words

everything else is done

rain drop falls

on maple leaves

I,contemplating.

wind's haiku - "Souls and wings" /2010

Wings and Butterflies - Close up Series

"My soul unknown -

Re-creating itself

from

a butterfly wing"

wind's haiku - "Souls and wings" /2010

Rome - life, art, stones - Travel Series

Today in Rome, heading down

Michelangelo’s Spanish Steps,

under an unchanging moon,

I held on to the balustrade,

grateful for his giving me a hand.

All for love, I stumbled over the past

as if it were my own feet. Here, in my twenties,

I was lost in love and poetry. Along the Tiber,

I made up Cubist Shakespearean games.

I played with an ignorant mirror for an audience:

myself, embroiled with personage

from Antony and Cleopatra. Delusions of grandeur!

They were for a time my foul-weather friends—

as once I played with soldiers

on the mountainous countryside of a purple blanket.

Stanley Moss, “Return to Rome” from A History of Color: New and Collected Poems. 

http://www.sevenstories.com/

Fog, Trees, Bridges and Nothing Profound - B/W Series

 

"The leaves on the water, the fog under the bridge. That's what I believe in. "

credit: http://mydailyaphorism.blogspot.com/