Melissa Laussmann

waves gently lapping

a child brushes

her long hair

—Melissa Laussmann

no longing

I lean into the night

snowdrop

—Melissa Laussmann

first snow 

mountain and moon

become one

—Melissa Laussmann

Melissa Laussmann

reminiscing 

places I once called home

autumn drizzle

—Melissa Laussmann

Melissa Laussmann

sipping tea

under the morning moon

scent of jasmine

—Melissa Laussmann

Melissa Laussmann

unfinished

his last letter

crescent moon

—Melissa Laussmann

Melissa Laussmann

chimney smoke-

his old letters

keeping me warm

—Melissa Laussmann

traffic jam-

bird watching people

in their cages

—Melissa Laussmann

Melissa Laussmann

first buds

heed its call

spring moon

Melissa Laussmann

cherry blossoms–

this ephemeral life

whispers in the dark

Melissa Laussmann

 

twilight breeze–

the scent of jasmine

lingers on her robe

Melissa Laussmann

Melissa Laussmann

losing myself

in the midst of shadows

sunset on the marsh

Melissa Laussmann