All Roads Lead To Broadway A soft cool breeze … as I step outside to the fresh spring day! The smell of New York City … from Central Park. Green trees and chirping birds … A song of joy … A song of life! Walking…

splintered wood easel needs sanding and the coarse, fine haired brushes need cleaning but the sky is wrapping itself in cloud boas and the lamp travels the horizon splashing maroon, cherry and various levels of the fire spectrum in chaotic sugar streams across the waves,…

A perfect day Seeing a hare in a dew jewelled field. The smell of scones, gold dripping over their crispy edges onto a gilt-edged saucer and hot tea in a gilt-rimmed cup. Contentment from filling a page with sensory images. The silence of the hovering…

The day is filled with joy and laughter Children are running around the compound with careless abandon The women of the house roam the garden and stop to smell the flowers The drizzling rain envelops leaves   The rain increases its intensity and turns into…

The mind is creative until inundated with guidelines in growth and how to become (which govern the uneducated.) ‘They’ claim to know the best process to educate the un.   ‘They’ think this is the proper manner in which to create creativity yet thoughts become…

The gentle sway of the boat, Cool skin warmed by the sun As it dries off the last swim of the day. Chilled champagne skids down my throat, mixing with the salt left by the ocean on my lips. My neck is arched as I…

Haiku Whiffs of floral scent fills the twilight garden path A bird sings her song.

Night has always been so boring unless you touched my body, where your cuddle is soothing makes my heart hooting. The night brings screams of love you kiss me most, the way hate is lost. Flight is your and mine I want all nights just…

Who knew the real gold in these mountains was sunshine and summer tourists? Umbrellas, useful whether it rains or sun shines, our all-weather friends. Heart carved into bark. I hope the love lasts as long as the tree counts rings. On the cusp of night…

An ideal day I am not alone. Comfortable companionship. Low key. Unstructured. I laugh. A lot. My eyes water. I cry. A little. Tears because I am touched. Not because I am sad. Everything fits. Shoes. Clothes. Emotions. Weather so gentle that it stays in…