Breath of Change
Chill Autumn sings its siren songs,
that cruelly steal away my breath,
to hover where it bare belongs,
in misty shrouds of summer’s death.
The winds of change feel bitter … Read the rest...
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Chill Autumn sings its siren songs,
that cruelly steal away my breath,
to hover where it bare belongs,
in misty shrouds of summer’s death.
The winds of change feel bitter … Read the rest...
I was a city girl; you were a country boy,
who lassoed me, with polite yes ma’ams
and not so polite passion.
I traded Dior for blue jeans,
nightlife for … Read the rest...
The blushing morning flashed her poesy smile,
seduced me, beckoning through my windows.
Come, leave your worn out shoes and woes awhile
to dance in rhythm with verdant meadows.
Rejoice … Read the rest...
A six year old girl with quarters to spend,
from magic riches tooth fairies bequeath,
I hounded grandpa until he gave in,
entreating sympathy for missing teeth.
We headed to … Read the rest...
reborn
tiptoes over snow
melting it’s heart
pirouettes on
balmy breezes
among adoring fronds
flowers shower
earth applauds
Spring’s recital
toes in sand
sun kissed sighs
hat in hand
gentle tides fall and rise
angry heels
deadline dues
trading deals
a tempest blackly brews
hurricane
with two eyed
white screen … Read the rest...
The goddess glanced at the dragon,
and said, beast, you don’t stand a chance.
I’ve explosive jelly,
nitro in my belly,
I’ve slayed meaner creeps with a glance.
Go fly … Read the rest...
young girl swings
to cricket’s serenade
gray hair flies
on summer evening breeze
Old captain’s blown off course in wintry sea;
too tired to swim,
his future’s dim,
a desperate man drowning helplessly.
He’s useless driftwood, bobbing with the tide;
the current’s strong,… Read the rest...
You had shadows beneath sunshine,
always a jigsaw mystery,
off to meet a deadline,
with little time for me.
As wintry flakes upon my tongue,
you were magical, elusive.
And … Read the rest...
feet firmly rooted on the hilltop
gazing over blooming fields of green
thrush clutched to her bosom
silver spider silk weaving hair
bearing the scars of lightning
with names carved … Read the rest...
The sun sinks into the sea
on his evening suicide dive
waves bleed carmine
pummeling the shore
A lone gull laments
my night terrors
of one small set of prints… Read the rest...
*trees
supple willows sway
tickling her with breezy hair
giggling, she skips stones
*sea
she rushes headlong
towards the tide’s siren call
fearlessly falling
*sun
under his hot gaze
eyes … Read the rest...
At the end of day
the misty spray
of garden sprinklers
takes me away
to a green screen
with herbs bathing
pansies’ wet pants
trees with teardrops
weeping wild weeds… Read the rest...
Sweet, nostalgic November…
poignant, childhood memories
of blustery, biting winds
cold red nose, smiling rosy cheeks
brilliant, swirling, falling leaves
that crunched beneath my feet
Blowing out a misty breath,… Read the rest...
My knees are creaky;
my faucet’s leaky.
In my mind, I’m a smoking hot chick.
I remember when,
I would wow the men,
How and when did my middle get … Read the rest...
Often in dreams, she comes to me,
with memories and poetry,
my muse, unraveling at the seams…
She comes to me, often in dreams
On sleepless nights, she walks with … Read the rest...
The longest languid solstice days
hum lullabies in purple haze
of childhood days in sparkling spray,
of rainbows made by sprinkler play.
With melodies of barbecues,
‘neath azure skies that … Read the rest...
There are winged creatures,
flying freely in space,
who’ve invaded my home
and flown in my face.
Almost microscopic,
these small procreators,
who land in my wine,
are crafty, pantry … Read the rest...
She rocks, back, forth,
one toe tapping
on the porch planks
to the beat of rain.
She rocks back, forth
in screaming silence.
Her bed is long made.
Her chores … Read the rest...
On days when high heels pinch too tight
when sleepless nights bring no respite,
when life’s defined by dirty socks,
when morning larks are drowned by clocks,
I’ll have a … Read the rest...
The white picket fence sags
resigned, grey
bright, bobbing gardens shriveled
to hide in parched beds
chickens ceased scratching
dogs stopped chasing
creek bullfrogs quit courting
dry, dirty dustdevils
keep … Read the rest...
tranquil
she flows
beckons
bring your pole
strip off your clothes
swan dive
audacious
she tumbles
with wild abandon
get wet
bring a life vest
jump in
angry
she swells… Read the rest...
A squirrel-like hoarder
the shelves bulge, hinges creak,
overstuffed drawers waterfall
in sunset pools of sappy sentiment
pinching odd moments tightly
between grey thumb and finger
for examination, repeat memorization… Read the rest...
walking the trails of Rockwood
I shake hair from a tight queue
while a tickling breeze sweeps
away the last of March’s slushriver
beaver are busy building
shady log cabin … Read the rest...