Louis Osofsky PDF Print E-mail

 

the sun rise
you sang about…
someday



a companion
to dreams, this butterfly….  
without words



rain drops…
the persistence of
mosquitoes


a ripple...
the lotus flower
threading sun



blue morn’—
a distant splash stifled
in the mist

 

 

Louis Osofsky

Louis Osofsky reflects through writing in Northern California.