Ray of sunlight slithering on my window Cuddle my pillow Buying a few minutes hugging my monster a little bit stretching arms and legs bowing head in bent knees whisper a prayer under my warm breath steaming coffee and crunchy french toast underneath the canopy…

There’s a language Unbeknownst to me that Allows people to take Less than acceptable ownership Of their role in a society That doesn’t value a growing Populace Make America Great Again Roughly translates Make America White Again This viewpoint Does not shock Nor does it…

                I Can Now See Clearly  I move to many location In every destination, I find traps, Giving me slaps. I find myself falling In every digging. I try to find shortcut In every path. I can now…

2020 -The Season of Sadness and Change 2020-This was the year for clear vision that’s what we all said on January 1, 2020 this would be the year of change and in many ways it has been. a change so great none of us could…

Look closely, you’ll see, A lovely thought crawling here Colors red and black.   These small things bring joy; Do not spread your wings and leave: Stay a bit longer.   3:00 PM Poem Elizabeth Wingert

Season of the storm Winter dropped its final flakes Joy and freedom On the mountain As the droplets Multipled to the East Exponents arriving via jumbo jets Unbreakable cycle of modernity Tender new leaves and flowers Woke to none to behold The new season warmed…

Seasons of Tea ~   Iced. With lemon, summer’s flavour. Sometimes honey. And sometimes plain, hot as climate change. Rooibos, Darjeeling – taste of muscatel, they say. They’re wrong. Unless it’s a first flush private reserve. Dragon pearl – jasmine leaves rolled into perfect green…

Never liked the way you said “bye” Always so arrogant and simultaneously breathtaking. But you were you and the red flags were there, Just barely visible to my closed eyes. Tear wells – a go. And now I’m sure it’s a go – “Bye.”

Are we done? I think I’m done No? Oh. Well damn. My congratulations and many accolades Will just have to wait Til it pleaaes the  fates.

“I reckon’ it’s time” he says standing up from the table. I watch him go out the door his back disappearing into the dawn. I set the dishes in the sink his on top turning on the water flow. I make circles with the rag…