a sound slight as breath
still the cold touch of lamp
light on white snow
those thick lines
a brow furrowed
eyes of white hair
think your finger
to temple now I pray
knees rub to wear stone
sigh rise turn
from sunshine to shade
the ancient city browned before us
fall escapes only to winter
so summer will not fall will not
to the high west stone grave
we played near here short years
and hand clasps heart
hear me no matter
how quiet I hear you
Aloha and e komo mai. I'm an author of prose and poetry born and raised in Honolulu, Hawaiʻi. I publish a daily rough draft here on my author site. Please read with me, comment, and please share your own writing. Mahalo for reading, and a hui ho.
Lanning Lee 