A Sonnet to May Here’s to the glorious stunning mo… Nourished by beneficent April sho… Sprouts have become fragrant color… Adding more beauty to the late spr…
We said our goodbyes Tight hugs and vacuum kisses While she slept soundly We had a great time For us to see her again
A sweet smile twinkle in her eyes Happiness unmistakable Squealing she runs to her mother Excitement uncontrollable Watching her reaction priceless
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible
Look into my eyes That you may discern I pray Truth of what I say My love for you unending Beyond this world transcending
My young son threw a ball at me But sadly, he caught me unaware And it bounced right in front of m… Oh! I melted at his wounded stare… Perhaps more focused I should be
Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field
From her hands the sun, The wisdom of the ages From her lips they flow In my universe Her words are nuggets of truth
mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!
It’s mid-April glorious spring in… Hydrangeas roses red and violets b… Radiant flow’rs wiping away winter… Blossoms matching the rainbow’s ev… Sadly, in Kyiv no flowery gardens
Yes, he’s smart, way smarter than… Not me of course; though that’s de… But now he’s departed to the other… A deep sadness I feel; it’s unavo… Rivals we weren’t, but we could ha…
One morning we saw Pegasus fly by Glorious, his white mane contrast… Shining, his wings in the rays of… Impressive, flaunting like an Oly… But Zeus not amused; happy he was…
The evening breeze not as refreshi… And the silvery moon not as bright Behind dark clouds, stars are hidi… But I’m with you; so, lovely is t… When without you, something is mis…
The roadsides gleam in morning spl… Robed in the blooming garb of spri… Bluebonnets, flowers of every imag… A rainbow tapestry; the bees are m… Frantically, I searched for heave…
the pitter-patter of the rain lulled him into deep sleep dreams, the gods did ordain he didn’t even count sheep! and he saw her in a dream