BLACK SISTERS

Black sisters,

I have missed 

Your glowing skins,

Ans sensuous smiles.

I long for

The rhythm

In your laughter.

I beats like

No other drum,

Inside my

Soul.

THE SUN AND THE SNOW

There are no raceshorses here,

Only clouds.

And sleet across the hilltops

You walk beside.

There is no emptiness here,

Only sun,

And footsteps set to guide

Amongst the snowfall.