written 1998
You are the gentle summer breeze That comes rustling through the tr… In the silence of the breathing ni… Your warm caress and whispering si… Haunting her dreams as dawn draws…
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…
She waked to a bleak, rain-storm d… Most things seem dulled by tones o… She watched yesterday’s sun “set”—… Brief—there was still an after-glo… She recalls smiling as she said,
He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds
You once told her Romance isn’t out there That her search would be An effort in futility. Well, she had to prove herself rig…
The barn door hangs open, the hors… The occupants now a doe and her fa… A few crumbling bales of once sun-… Make moldy straw homes for field m… High on the wall on a big rusty na…
Ear to ear is the toothless grin, Widened eyes take all the world in… Sparse fly away hair, soft on your… Alert, attentive expressions to al… Perfect little hands that grasp an…
They wait for the snow to melt, th… And to see the children playing in… The snow is gone but the sun doesn… In their own worlds, how does it h… Family, friends and total stranger…
It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,
One day while out in his wheelchai… He heard a person say something th… The comment that was said was, oh… He has a bad life because he can’t… Now that’s not entirely true, he’s…
So now, you say, you are fifty-fiv… And that you are all grown up and… And you think you are smarter—wise… (Yesser! that is just what she was… At what age do they learn right fr…
What makes a Mother? Is it giving birth? She thinks no… She thinks she is that tireless fe… The one who stays up with you all… She is that indefatigable individu…
Silver is a dolphin’s skin, Silver is the lining within, Silver is money in her pocket, Silver is her grandma’s locket. It can be a horses name,
Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…
People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,