it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing

Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid