AUTUMNAL

A lonesome bird sings the evensonghis frantic wings beating towards home.I count my treasures in the darkwhere suggestible senses hold little sway.Moments tumbled through my fingers,flickering shadows danced by candlelight.Would that I could keep only joyful moments;somehow laughter and tears look alike in the lens of time.Could a rose be parted from her thorns and

SECRET

Your name was carved in my heart Long before I fell in love Its sound rolled as velvet in my tongue Its form gave art to my hand. And yet, and yet no one knew About this spell that turns my day From gloom to magic in a breath This secret I buried, deep within,

MUSINGS

The days become a giant clock and I, its moving hand, marking the hour remembering the time, the same as what is gone, the same as what is to come. Days, hours minutes fold into each other indistinguishable. Perhaps, it is all a trick of the mind – the walls preserve life, the walls take

TO A HYDRANGEA PAST ITS PRIME

You have lost the vibrance of your huesYour blushing pink, sweet lavender, or sky blueHave long faded into sage green leavingFaint traces of what you once wereHinting of what will be. Veins on your petals writeAll the summer days and all the stormy daysThat deepened your roots. You have changedYou are changingYet in this world

SEASONS

Sunflower, bent with age, lets fall her seedsSeptember brought the chill to August’s swelter Summer’s grandeur is on the wane, and ISquirrel away its taste and fragrance Serene is the sunlight filtering through the windowShining on memories Songs and words have forgottenSolitude hovers in the horizon Sparrows dance a merry dance for the seeds in

WHEREVER THE SUNFLOWERS ARE

Wherever the sunflowers are is summer calling the butterflies to feast and the gold finch to sing Wherever the sunflowers are is cheer neither night nor stormy days could dim Guileless faces, untouched by care, in their heart is the certitude the sun is always there.

HAPPINESS

  A party of blue jays flew over my headinto the forest, going home for the night I chase happiness flying with fresh wingsand dream of it well into the night I ran here and there until the lights went outSitting by my window, I stared down the night Stars glistened, the half moon smilednight

GOLD

I speak of wealth –of golden hearts and golden timeWherever I am is grandeur –golden sunrise, golden grainsgoldenrods, golden shrines I am the magic of August nightswhen fireflies flit aboutIn the gloom of winter nightsI bring hope twinkling from the heights Truly, I am beautyand treasure much desireda desire that need  be reinedas  old King

DOODLES

The dips and arcs of a bumblebee’s flight The curve of a blade of grass laden with dewdrops The twirl of tendrils adorning pea and watermelon vines My pen traces Its gel ink glides Smoothly tracing the lines and curls Now a flower Or a butterfly Morphing into words Building a poem Until the once

SAILBOAT

My little sailboat floundersIn a sea of whispersHas it forgotten its courseAmidst so many voicesSaying go north, or south, or east, or west?My little sailboat spinsIn the currents. Is there hope for my sailboatEnsorcelled as it isBy sweet-voiced sirensHarboring evil schemes? Alas! Not the pull of the moonNor the push of the windsCould set my