Clear cyan carribean ocean dreams
Your eyes mesmerized by sands of cinnamon...
Rose
Petals...
Lay me down upon meadows
of broken sunshine, silent...
Snowflakes fall like tears
onto the gray lake. Silence...
...
This picnic table holds my weeping
and I must have disturbed their meal...
**this is in my Dads poems, I am taking it back***
Who flutters, who flaps...
Conversation died
the day her whispers vanished...
7th October, 2012.
A whistle of the nightingale draws me...
Bee
Active, attractive...
Dragonflies, fearsome guys!
While bike riding one flew by, he did check me out...
Ripped petals screaming in pain
Overwhelmed by life's horrendous flames...