written 1998
A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette
Sometimes At night He feels Your satin slippers Dancing away
Saddled with confusion and burdene… Perplexed in hectic wonderings, He struggles on alone. Striving for the greater height, i… He staggers on to win what’s right…
Look at her so high, so high, She has reached the sky! She jumped on a cloud where it was… And, of course, she holds on with… Her swing is down there, and what…
Children run and laugh and play Even in their shortened day A soft dry breeze Threatens all the crumpled leaves As Winter slowly makes its mark
When she looks on the ground She sees such beautiful flowers And she thinks of stars so bright In the sky she imagined in space All the planets must be so hot
The Truth as she sees it Is not in the past A dance that stepped The Truth is Dancing and singing
Her son left home again today. He spread his wings and flew away On a sleek and silver jet that Became a speck in the blue sky Seconds after it lifted
Words can devour the mind and eat… Drown the eyes and crack the mouth… Turn light blues into dark purples… Saturate the soul with angry shado… Words can open doors,
He never loved himself But he fell in love with a woman. He never loved himself, But he fell in love with his work. He never loved himself,
Please forgive them! They know not what havoc they Reeked on you, Their beloved, beautiful home, Now ailing and sad
It costs so little to make Some heart happy each day! Just one kind word, or a smile, A touch, a glance. You may be surprised when someone
The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…
Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass
What is it that makes them care? When the world makes them scared. What is it that makes them friends… When they are at their end. What is it that makes them vulnera…