Short Poem #10 & Berlin Poem Two

Revised today...


 TEN

under a cathedral

of trees

I walked
alone in Muir Woods,
silence was there
with each footstep
memories too
and winds
that said
nothing...

BERLIN POEM TWO

wet dark streets

lined trees

searching clouds

a beautiful invasion

of silence helps me

to forget Berlin’s dark paths,

but what of that past?

I have coffee now and a book

to pass along my own interpretation,

an open page

in which something may be found,

creating poems from some new secret.