I look out of my window It’s near sunset The sky coloured with Different hues of blue and orange With just a hint of black. The day seems to be turning in To go to sleep In the comfort of night But let me just…

Though the shades are closed, vertical blinds obscuring the view, I well know what lies behind them. Out there, in my yard, lives A grand Valencia orange tree 35 years old or more That branches from the house to wall in a triangular Patch of…

This well-traveled road, I’ve traversed many a day. It leads me to the nuns to whom I bare my soul.     Highway nine-forty-five, is a simple, country road. Who knows the power, of this precious path?     I do. God does. And now…

the bench beneath the apple tree has collapsed like my grandmother’s lungs but the tree still gives fruit and she still makes dinner folds clothes   see when a tree dies it does so slowly piece by piece until the dead weight is too much…

through the haze   the sun cannot rise in this haze. it tries. I see it tries. but the smoke is too heavy from the hectares of burning forest to allow a proper sunrise.   there is usually a bit of light by now. not…

I won’t show you what I see you’re sure not to believe me. My view is shrouded, clouded, sad, and sweet and tragic packaged in goofy, filled with more darkness ridiculousness. There are dragons outside my window. Dire wolves, Huge, haunting, and lurking things, dragging…

I see little until my eyes adjust, a sprinkle of tiny stars not hidden behind the heavy winter clouds, the moon, fat and round today shinning a gloomy green from behind  clouds, limbs bouncing in the wind, leaves swaying, the glint of light of a tin…

Kneading the dough? What I need is to rise An early start But the street cries The sun is yawning Ready to hypnotize Not fully there I sympathize ‘C’mon, let’s go!’ A time to bake Why we couldn’t do this When I’m more awake Already…

I look out and see the possibilities of my life.  A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore.  It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled.  There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach.  I hear the song. I…