POEMS & REFLECTIONS

The crow looks circumspectly through the rain with ebon eyes,

They walk beneath the waning sun
while smoke is rising in the air.

An iridescent wonderland unfurls,
where unicorns with gleaming horns like pearls,

The street on which I walk to work each day,
is lined with trees I pass along the way;

The blush of spring is surging
through shrouds of crystal white,

A thunderous deluge of tropical rain,
resounds in the indigo sky,

The topaz light to which she turned her face,
has disappeared behind a black eclipse.

She sits alone beside the river
watching rippled currents run.

A steam powered city with towers of brass
and intricate swirling designs,