Down and ‘round, ’round and down, Three brave souls went creeping In darkened halls and dim-lit stai… Their squinting eyes were peeping. Beatrice Fly saw the Master’s hea…
Just had to be in front of me, Didn’t you? All the lanes were yours, Right back there. Sixty-something in a fourty,
In the early morning misty light, When flowers are being kissed, She appears at the river’s falls Like a shadow in the mist. To see her there, like rain on gla…
The dark and billowing clouds Drift gently from the sea And the salty air and ocean sounds Surround my lonely Cypress tree. It is a song to the senses
In Among the roses There are odd ones You can see them Now and then
Rising above the hillsides Was the moon that is know as Blue And the Raven’s shadow spread Across gravestones, two by two. The graveyard trees had nary a lea…
The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
Her gaze rests on billowed sails, Held in place by slumber’s rigging… As she sails past shadowed coves Where moonlight dances on pearl sa… In the distance a foghorn sounds
How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…
Calling out to Grandma, As I arrive at the farm, She’s not out front, or in the she… She might be in the barn(?). I moseyed out to the back,
Butterflies flutter near the leave… Their direction is altered by a wa… And the fallen leaves rustle, scur… Like the squirrels who gather what… It’s a daydreamer’s day, footloose…
The sign says “No Parking– AT… And yes, that means it is a crime. To ignore it and say, “Stick-it”,… Pay attention, and believe that st… No, the sign didn’t say, “You’re…
My friends say that I’m backward. But I question the reasons why? I’m personable and chatty And never, ever, shy! Just because I drive a car
She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,
Wildflowers on sandstone Roses in a field Water with kindness Behold— the yield. Clouds cry with blessings