Monsoon (or Lights Out)
The thunder rolls in
Baritone scales
of different tones and intensities,
A huge pianist
With strong and determined fingers
While the raindrops plink
In the treble notes of a harp
Their rhythms and tones
Altered by the whimsy
Of the wind, a big tuba
Who blows their fragile notes around
While the crickets
Silly fiddlers,
Keep up their steady
Monotone
And I compose by a quartet of candles.
Walking the Dogs
Squeal-creak of swing
Laughter of child
Smile of Mother
Birdsong in park
Morning.
