The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame

I swim in my tears day after day while distant shore awaits quicksand to another realm. I balance on the rope across life’s ragged-edged cliff.

I’m OLD By Imrogue I can’t see far When I drive my car— I can’t see near—

His lamenting soul Hoping for great redemption— Forgiveness awaits...

The crimsoned branches of the plum… stretching out vertically, The pears’ luscious greens flutter… as the breeze tickles the branchin… The grape vine’s sprouting leaves

The Drying Tree By: Imrogue Pine needles brittled— The tree’s tall—remains upright— So still and hopeful—

Give it a rest, someone told me se… I replied more than once or twice: I will rest when I’m dead. Do you… I am only here on earth for just a… I will strive to do good deeds to…

I dance with Rumi tonight Under the blood moonlight When the earth casts its shadow To the moon above, I rid my sorro… We talk about an ancient lore...

By: Imrogue Flickering lights illuminated my way through the tunnel of sorrow. Coldness in the night

Patiently awaits The upward dancing motion Uniting us one To dance around for a while Imbed in crevice later

At the blue birdhouse in the yard, mother Chickadee’s on guard atop a dragonfly chime. Awaiting for opportune time— She flies back and forth to her ne…

It was dark, but comforting in the place where I once was. Looking forward to see the light and maybe breathe the air— I was weightless—

By: Imrogue The night was still... Bewitched by the magical spell of tender moments together...

Checkered pieces of land can be seen from above... million puzzles: pieces in green, red and brown flats, stitched together