Chasing The Sky

Chasing The Sky Chasing clouds with bottled rain With hope still rising, it left a stain From bleeding colors of a bow With a promise of riches down below. The brush of clouds, fingerprints in sky Distinguished the patterns of another goodbye As wind shuffles…

SIX

Poem SIX has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 27 August 2016.

Hour Four

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…