Joann Grisetti
Joann Grisetti
birds sing cheerily
outside death’s window – never
guessing I’m inside
1966
how lonely art thou
o child who has no parent:
blanketed by snow.
1967
breezes growing cold,
brightly painted leaves mixing
with wilted flowers.
1968
gently a snowflake drifts
catching a drop of moonlight
melts upon my hand.
1968
treasures from the sea
lie flopping in reed baskets
poor man’s life, and food.
1968
mighty, tall, so gnarled
marks of time on nature’s tree
waiting for new life
1968
gay festivities
welcome flowers clothed in light
listen, a frog croaks
1968
flowing cycles of
a timeless being - matter
not when winter’s near
1968
silvery moon beams
thread the tree limbs’ icicles
into my love’s death
1968