The dark and billowing clouds Drift gently from the sea And the salty air and ocean sounds Surround my lonely Cypress tree. It is a song to the senses

I was drawn to a drawing On a tent Was a face A Blue-eyed Gypsy In a Black Shawl of Lace

The night bore frost and the moon… To stalking clouds in the mystic s… At the witching hour came a terrib… It was the sound of a battle cry. An aging knight on his trusty stee…

Two Rocking-chairs kicked Now and then By Summer’s pompous wind Two lemonade glasses Half full

She insisted on Caramel And Peanut-butter pastries, Either by the box, or by the pound… And a Walnut, pistachio, lemon ca… With a very thick malt

The Sky’s in blistered phases From a sunset’s dying light As the ocean mocks the shadows of Some passing gulls in flight. The wind drifts deep, as melting l…

Wildflowers on sandstone Roses in a field Water with kindness Behold— the yield. Clouds cry with blessings

On a gray and dingy Cloud filled day Came a Rider of Storms On a reddish-brown Bay She has lightning in her quiver