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