A Haiku: Breeze

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich In early June, theBreeze off the lake feels like theTouch of a lover.

Waterfall

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich Your face fractured by the shadows under the stars,  Under the slivers in the silver trees.  The cold air touches my arms, my legs. Cold water in my hair, mist on the road back home.  Your skin underwater,  Where the dreams of the living live,  Blue even when…… Continue reading Waterfall

Fields

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich The fields in the Finger Lakes are wide and lonely, far from people. But sometimes, something glitters in them like light on the water, like an almost-forgotten memory that is still warm to the touch like sunlight in September, a memory that is sometimes reminiscent of a distant…… Continue reading Fields