Snowflakes caressed the evergreen
Then playfully ran away...

This was written for a club challenge, Take your...
January 31st, 1876 All Native Americans were...

Fingertips covered in ivory lace
reached for his hand , bronzed by the sun...

She sat quietly pen in hand,
gazing out at the rain, waiting for it to speak...

Hiding behind a tough facade
Humor getting you through...

To the low life drug dealer
Who sells on the block...

Reflection, mirage of the heart
Betrayal held within your eyes...

To the self righteous ones
From your pedestal so high...

He stood staring
Hearing the echo of their words...

What can I get you sir ?
The waitress asked the man...

Inner city child
concrete for your play...

Amarilla
Amarilla, to the garden...