Rainbow’s End

I see through

a rose veil,

you tell me

everything is blue.


Orange and violet

are cast beside us,

yellow and green

in between.


I take your hand

at the rainbow’s end

and it changes



from a color

only lent

my friend.


Where will we be

when the rain

starts again?



Night’s Cloak

Night’s cloak veils the land
I stop walking and await
Radiant moonlight

Last week the full moon was out over the beach and the wild ocean in Wales.  I went to a Haiku workshop, and this came out- if such things interest you, it is in the traditional 5-7-5 format (5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second and 5 in the third).

I just published a new novella- Painting Pretoria, encapsulating the beautiful and mysterious colors and moods of the ocean.