Tol-Timpinen

There's a tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud,
And hard the music, mariners,
The wind is piping loud;
The wind is piping loud, my boys!
The lightning flashes free,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Tomatillo Child; Untitled Haiku

Tomatillo Child

The happy child clothed in green
Whistles in the early spring;
A tiny form in brilliant shades,
Undiminished as sunlight shades.
Joy and laughter in early youth –
Innocent mind, no thoughts uncouth;
The happy child clothed in green,
As tomatillos in early spring.

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Sea’s fists beat against
Man’s wall of stone, looming high
Over drifting sand.





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