Why are there the laws of the land;
When a family, and a husband try...

All dressed in white; In hopes
someone might be out of sight...

Our souls will be risen, from its
lifes prisons; And not for anyones...

Why do we call out the Lords name
when we are in such pain; We have...

There is a woman called Jane Doe
for everyone did not know that...

Iron propeller
sitting entrance to driveway...

Red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers...

This poem is not about what is written, but what...

Enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
fourty years later someone else now cares for them...

Symbolic icon
abrupts captivating flight...