Leaves sweep down from trees, covering the ground below, creating piles of mingled colors. Oranges, browns, and red become a beautiful palette for the beginning of Fall’s artistry. Shortened days give way to crisp, cooler air, making jackets and sweaters come out from closets. Coffee,…

Black and White with a Touch of Gray Crystal clear and black and white Things seem so cut and dry And yet, sometimes that is not quite The case before one’s eyes More times than not, a touch of gray Is accurate to view As…

What is love? It begins and ends within. Expands like the breath of the universe, moves with the fabric of time, and lives within an eternal soul. Love is… Just as I AM.

Steady Hands   The ball, she rolls, around and ‘round, Whirring through the gates and chutes.  Buzzers and lights flash bout trying to distract. Focus cannot be sheared like electric sheep As man versus machine becomes the war, Each slap of the sides of the…

Depositories some homes have no closets. everything is piled upon the furniture or floors. tossed and scattered, old mixing with new and no boundaries or labels as to whom it belongs. chaotic seasonings, where things can be hidden in plain sight. some hearts are rife…

If it isn’t one thing it’s something else. Or at least it’s something, but it could be nothing. All the glitters is not always gold Sometimes its glitter. Or sparkles. Or even fool’s gold. Like cubic zirconia. It shines like a diamond. You don’t cry…

Up with the sun; to bed with the chickens. Days rush by, Calendar quickens. I’m sitting around, getting older than dirt. I can’t write this poem because I don’t work. My ‘profession’ you ask, is it not ‘God is Good’? He provides all I need,…

I memorized the excitement in your eyes As the incandescent greens,  reds, and glittering golds Lit the plaza from  the Americana Christmas tree   My first instance of  love for you Where I had faith that we would both stay awhile    I basked in…

Still about eight poems behind but I’m enjoying this creative process of quick writes to catch up.   Hour 3   Every library I have ever been in Has held more love than any other holy place Each book asking to be cared about And…

I stare straight ahead reluctant. I know I should follow the lines, But my heart is telling me to go off course. Create my own path. The choices in life are not always black and white, We need to learn it is okay to zig-zag….