How can something so lovely So radiant as the first light of spring Be taken away from someone As sudden… Read more Deserted Oasis
For reasons still unclear to me, I take to writing. Maybe it’s the emptiness of the moment. Maybe it’s the… Read more I Take to Writing
Thoughts of her evoke Scenes and sensations stimulating Yet surprisingly serene I am transported Into a haven of tranquility Her… Read more Marooned
They breathe their last Unpolluted air of the night Eagerly they enter a world Within the world Smoke and din… Read more Night Out
I think of thee with the permanency Of brown to a lark With the quiet constancy Of ripple after a… Read more How Do I Think of Thee?
Smoke fills the air. I try to sift through the images that appear in and out of the haze, unsure… Read more Blurred
With calculated resolute the birds fly Towards the horizon Where clouds bathed in flaming orange Beautifully painted On a canvas… Read more Dusk
When push comes to shove And my back’s against the wall When no one and nothing else Seem to matter… Read more An Ode to Music