Of native words my tongue in Engl
I long to sail with caballitos de
To admire Mediterranean blue
To sink into tides where beaches m
Architecture old as bristle coned

I, so long for Shangri-la tides c
My heart's deepest whims thus desi
Therein I walk roads gold, herald
Jasper, jeweled by jade forests an
Sappheiros, a holy stone wisely ad

*Fall is the breath of nature’s lo
Burgundy leaflets ignite
A chilled crisp of dawn in Fall I
Candles, warm & musk, invite
Warm beneath my grip is a tantaliz

where do oceans end?
Where do galaxies begin?
When do mountains stop touching sk
Do trees ever stop dancing so tall
My mind wants to create limits. M

Ophelia,
infamous, painted maiden of histor
Fair,
by her ebony hair and chiseled bro
Delightful,

My daughter says, "mommy write me
I pondered for a while, on writing
But I paused within the realizati
She wanted me to write a glass sli
I pictured her sweet cerulean eyes

Enchantments of a mystic deep
Fabled creature of sea
A veritable truth she keeps
’Tis a voice of larks’ glee
In rippling shoals of wavy blue

In trial we struggle like the last

'Tis garden dusk embellishing a wh
She is like red roses, queenly amo
As fairies kiss her petals—she wel
Her thorns distance those who woul
Her red emboldens with Autumn’s p

•From the genus Betula; (Betula a
I enjoy a quacking aspen, a larch,
Yet, none I enjoy more than a Bet
’Twas nightly moons gleaming-away,
Serenity, amongst a scurry of nigh

I could smell rain saturating air,
As I sat on my concrete porch—its
As my heart quickened, I could se
I envisioned him looming in the pi
His beady eyes of black beckoning

A lily folds in upon dusk til a br
Her grace tilts towards brightest
Gracefully tipping, her milky tide
Lily, grace
Fair; drunkin in sun hues and morn