EARTH

Earth withstood sunburns,
eclipses torrential rains, floods
droughts, volcanoes and in surprise
I watched their undying war cries
and attacking curses

That mountain lost its origin
in flowing streams,
in blowing wind
from smoke to fire to ashes
it turned ito a dusty hill
but still mourns to block
to bolt to ruin
to run to bleed to scare
and in stony silence
a stunned season cried

TRANSFORMATION

That story is told,
several million times
and each repeat is like a season
for me on which I drape myself
in and out...

UNMOVED

I want them to go away from

from my passionate earth
and my rainfilled June
and I want them to go
far far away from
my autumn flowers

DANCE OF THE SHADOWS

All shadows are black
in colour and when a shadow
decided to follow me
I dismantled a wheel of time
and on that point all shadows
stopped dancing..