Night breaks
the cold grass
painted gray
a shadow lifted
moves across the
starred sky. A
chill up your spine.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Night breaks
the cold grass
painted gray
a shadow lifted
moves across the
starred sky. A
chill up your spine.