Strawberry Moon
The oak leaves lit by
the Strawberry moon are like a
flight of bats on the wing.
The oak leaves lit by
the Strawberry moon are like a
flight of bats on the wing.
From a mile away
those pink and fuchsia blouses
on a cloudy day.
Watching the sun rise
over Dog Hill I feel dizzy
by the turning earth.

Blues before sunrise

Here comes the sun

Alone again, naturally

Star Chamber

Sun Ra

Temple Of the Golden Pavilion

House of the Rising Sun

The thick purple veins
blossom forth from the orchid
Into the daylight.