poems by Charles A Gallozzi

Wave, splash, foam, wet feet:
Sinking in the sand of time
immemorial

A glistening trail
on fallen leaves is all that
remains of the snail

Late fall's bitter cold:
Shoulders hunched while walking on
sounds of fallen leaves

Bare trees suddenly
burst into bloom in winter:
Birds on every branch

Lively children play
among the cherry blossoms
in the old graveyard

A wilted lily
resting on a rusty gate:
Stolen by the wind.

Winter morning mist:
The receding village fades
like a memory

Frost clings to dry leaves
and greets the sun with bright tears
born from thoughts of death