A moment ago
light stretched on the long limb
now all in cloud’s shade.
Category: Roy Herndon Smith
Lemonade
The delicacy
of the lacework canopy
of leaves and branches
Remember
September evening
in Midwood, and someone plays
a guitar nearby,
Daily Mercy
In Great Abaco
in The Mudd, all is destroyed.
It’s raining again.
Grace 5
Words lie down to sleep
in green pastures as shadows
stretch into the night.
Grace 4
The feathery deep
greens of banks of trees under
heavy grey-white sky,
Grace 3
Under the withered
leaves of the plane trees, she walks
slowly, hunched over.
