Oreo

Poèmes

Wanderer

Another change of seasons.
The air is cool and wet.
Trees are now a wash of color,green, red and gold, their leaves blow in... [+]


Poèmes

The Guarantee

Time passes, this I can guarantee.
Except I can make no such promise for the dead.
Only time will tell.
For those still living... [+]


Poèmes

My Visitor

I am the old man sitting on the park bench.
A nudge against my leg pulls me from my dream.
I look down into the eyes of a dog... [+]