Neptune September 1846 The home of possibly an ocean, but likely not A place where a day is only 16 hours but a trip takes 165 years if headed in a ellipse Where diamond rain may be an occurrence Icy crystals in a frozen tundra…

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…

Mandala Each fiber is woven and intricate Each strand in tandem with the next Individuality that joins together A band of sisters, standing as one A simplistic beauty, measured by a dream A dream of art, the gift of life That measures the test of…

Ode to the Air Conditioner Oh! A/C how I praise thee! Through all these hot summer days I may sometimes hide beneath blankets But you’re here in my debt and my praise I would never make it without you With you, I’ve the strength to…

The 2023 Texas Drought  Crunchy grass and muggy air Another drought filled night No hint of rain found anywhere On this September night It’s been this way, all summer heat Without any relief The forecast promising deceit Just adding to our grief The plants are…

It was a cold morning on the bayou. I looked outside and noticed the light bulb by the carport had broken. I grabbed a jacket, while taking a sip of my cinnamon beet juice and headed outside to replace the light. A tremor came over…

The Flame to Your Stars   Out in the desert, a sky filled with stars I sit in the darkness, a fire burns afar I shine light upon it and realize the view The stars, the flame, the light – all for you I think…

We Breathe Life We breathe life Into every intention Every interaction Every sense of promise When we walk down the street We breathe life Into every smile, every wave Every step, marching to our own beat Each time we console a loved one Hugging them…

Swan Lake Swan Lake for some is but a dance But, here, it is vacation A camping trip that at a glance Yields rest and relaxation Picturesque hints of crystal blue Meet up with forest green A break from life, a fond adieu From all…

A Crime of Passion (or Not) Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky Brown footprints appear to dot the windowsill – a clear sign of forced entry perhaps Inside, chaos ensues Tossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions The glass appears…