She longs for spring In waiting to see What her garden will bring Tired of seeing trees Without leaves

Misconceived, She was misconceived A mother grieved... And she is left without Still searching for a safe

A simple four letter word With so much meaning. From the weaning of a child To the elder whom within this chil… So loving, so caring, so hated, so…

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

What goes on in the underground? Beyond and beneath the warm, Serene fields of neutral conversat… Inside the hollow caverns, down In the dark tunnels where

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,

Upon the least well-crowded walk h… And yield to some strange influenc… Rosenthal and Rosenthal have gone… Said the name-plate upon the fast-… Tread unceasingly, citizens unknow…

He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds

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

She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody

He wants what you want, their face… He can’t understand you Why put him down He started his life at the tender… You started in your youth

A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette

She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…

The trees are silently weeping, Love only knows what secrets they… Tears, pain & fearfulness seem to… Of people who sit under her branch… Listen & hear her rustling, like t…