'Shadow'

'the morning news'

of light
of shade
and blends of gray

nature inscribes
epilogues
over each rock

let's build a home
for the scorching Sun

so many shades
bestowed by April

a forlorn look
this summer

'the medics'

screaming face
in the tree trunk
blurts its agony

'Reader'

Beware--
the spring might
corrupt you

only the roots remain--
the stump
where once there was life

the autumn
that searches April's news

that April
the shrub was growing

that April
I had no fear for death

as darkness settles
a bird searches its nest

draining me
this thirsty April

'doldrums'

'In Him we trust'

Finally
little gods
descend

we proceed
guided by Faith

we the bystanders
observe them

'generations'