Ten twenty pm-
laid my pen to rest...

She held a child's face
within her precious hand...

Painted spirit shines
a colossal rhapsody...

Seedlings waft, like Seedlings do
a morning dawn becomes a faceless...

There are certain poems
that need to be written...

I hear those old trees calling
for sunshine to kiss their leaves...

Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...

A glisteneing pasture of snowy earth
lays dormant, embedded within a girls spirit...

Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...

The look of defeat upon my daughter's face
was enough to make my inner slumbering...

I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...

Rainbows sprinkle hope
transparent kisses are felt...