written 1999
The faded ash of her mind There’s always tears in her eyes Just pain is all she can put No explanation comes to her Feeling not sadness just the life…
Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…
Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…
...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…
On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,
Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter
The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…
Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…
But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched
Far too many nights witnessed her… No longer does she dwell in the sp… She is just another house with an… Trying not to arouse you for fear… Keeping peace sacrifices private p…
He can’t believe they’re into anot… And Valentine’s Day is oh so near… He needs new sweet nothings to whi… But after years of marriage, mixed… What more can he say, what gift ca…
Splendid cotton sky Such beauty to one’s eye Earth of rich color Is dressed in rainbow coloration Land of beauty
“Change? Got any spare change? 10, 35, 40, 90, A dollar and 50 ce… Not bad, sometimes I get more, bu… Hey, who’s that? He looks weak an… Maybe I could help him. I’ll see…
Moving through the water As graceful as can be What can it be? She moves closer to see. Soon she is near
What did they pay for this rainbow… Here on their high plateau? Aching lungs and the northwind’s s… And drift upon drift of snow. What was the price of this jade gr…