Christian Kaltwasser, Music & Poetry

Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Green Dragon Visits

A guest stopped at my East window this morning,

Wearing green stripes.

With wide eyes he stared, and

Didn't say a word.

So suddenly arrived,

So sudden he moved on.

(9/13/2009)

The summer rain is sweet and welcome,

like a round, ripe plum.

The juice runs off the day and

splashes my face with freshness.

Each bite, each munch, is plentiful, savored.

(8/28/2009)

looking up through the trees

how the leaves change the sky

while little impatiens grow by the porch

the kind breeze touches my bare skin

and old friends ask how I am.

I love

going out so I can come back

how the Saturday afternoon sun

makes angels of it all.

(8/22/2009)