I don’t need anything from you I don’t need rings promises proclamations I don’t need reassurance or grand gestures I just don’t want us to ever become strangers again

Small, sly face, smirking slightly, wide green eyes, she waits until you aren’t looking, claws out, sharp, teeth nipping at their ankles. Little queen Poppy, finding her forever home.

Keep falling a little behind but I think I will get these last two in on time.   Untitled Early morning sighs Soft and slow Slipping through the curtain Golden and light   Midmorning appears As if from nowhere Softness turns bright Harsh and shining…

Joy joy down in my heart Joy joy rolls like a cart Joy joy unspeakable joy Joy of peace joy of God Fills my heart All rights reserved copyrighted(c)2020 Roxann A Harvey-Lawrence

He looked out, across the ocean Beyond the crashing waves For long, silent minutes While the gulls cried around him The sun glinted in his blue eyes The day was nearly done Oranges, gold and crimson bled From broad bands of sky to sea But…

A STAIRCASE IN THE WOODS   Rip Van Winkle still sleeps out in the woods not everyone develops an aversion to trauma or Patty Hearst would have a different story   nowadays folks just think he’s on something another lonely soul wandering until their death…

Have you ever wondered how You sleep, dream and think All your dreams were reality? I came to you in the body of a dog, You chased me away. I came to you in the body of a chicken; You plucked my feathers, and Made…

Do you know the love of God Do you feel is love so grand Do you see the love of God Do you understand his love so grand God’s love is unchanging God’s love is unconditional God’s love is unending God’s love is self sufficient…

Tucson Summer Daily sun rises from the East. Light and heat beast. Rise together. Last forever.   One hundred thousand lux you swore. Bright sky and more. Will blind your eyes. While skin deep fries.   One hundred ten it is today. Shower and spray….

Covid Waiting in lines galore.  It is no fun to go to the store. The rules change every week, if not daily as the virus piques. It’s not only frustrating or aggravating. It is out of self preservation that we battle the lines to hunt…