Monthly Archives: May 2019

  Like a Matrioshka doll I wandered through The neighborhood of my youth Nothing looked different Nothing looked the same Past and present through one lens Observing my Winter years Unwrap Spring And Summer now is small And so am … Continue reading →

Spring lies dormant, hidden, a baby in womb, I wonder did she struggle?   Buried in December, deep in winter’s tomb, Nourished by another, did she struggle?   Breaking through the night with inaudible sound, I wake to see she … Continue reading →

Capturing the beauty before it wilts As we begin to say goodbye to Spring Are we paying close attention to its performance Before it bows and we say goodbye to Spring Such a short scene tucked between the extremes Soon … Continue reading →

Photo by Unsplash Poets don’t want answers— they want questions Resolve may mean there’s no place else to go Sharp corners and straight edges have a purpose A whiteout can be frightening in the storm Photo by Unsplash What a gift! A … Continue reading →

He appears at peace Buried, he seems asleep Can one be free Embedded in Earth’s shroud Does one just wither like leaves Leaving an imprint in time Our eyes envision reality The sun will set — and Change the setting … Continue reading →

Strawberries spill over into every taste bud Magnolia and Cherry blossom drench my eyelids Thunder pealing across an evening sky lulls me to sleep Soft sunlight softens my bleached winter skin The morning whispers fragrance of a leftover rain Earth … Continue reading →

Astrologers say I am Sagittarius A fire that burns Spreading itself with no invitation But cannot be constrained Impulsive, jovial, laughing I love all Curious to a fault I will do anything to figure you out Giving generously all I … Continue reading →

Rain falls in silence But I hear and see its presence on which it falls Resounding to its wet, cold heavy stomps My metal roof pings in pain High and forgotten rust comes Like an open sore, too long ignored … Continue reading →

  A clear window lets in light A cracked window gives it some attention A shocked, shattered window splits the light All of a sudden colors have dimension A windowsill can keep it all in place A structure unmoved by … Continue reading →

Hypothesis becomes a theory Prognosis becomes a diagnosis I can suppose and never know I can believe and never show Truth in itself excludes all else Fitting all, there’s just one size But we don’t like the way it feels … Continue reading →