You are my pot of gold The mint plant of life singing I taste the soft breeze on my face What would I do without Keith in Joshua Tree? Though sometimes he is a dipshit “Can I have a rainbow, Mom?” The sweet stone of…

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…

poem 13 A promise, a symbol, a new light. A sign that the storm is ending. A spectrum of color, a signal of new birth. We marvel at its mastery, this masterpiece inspiring art. -h.e.m.

Red, vibrant In the beginning there was energy. Or so the scientists would have us think. It’s still around, in everything, moving back and forth, up and down, in circles and patterns. Vibrating eternal life. Flowing through you, as the colour of your blood matches…