A tree is a strong spirit
leaves dangle like emeralds...

Lost and alone
upon a twig...

Within a brisk moment
her eyes fluttered...

In the depths of winter,
I miss you the most...

If my minds eye could create the
past within an April whisper...

It's painful to be a lighthouse,
alone in the sea of raging waters...

A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...

Courage
to walk alone...

The devil dances close to midnight,
floating upon walls where the lonely gather...

If I ever need you
to understand...

Galloping horses
went to ride...

Poetry remains
embedded within my thoughts...