Much longer it’s taken Is the end even in sight? Or must we wait till when All our hair turns white! Wish we can travel again

Fears are reminders Of unwanted memories From whence we were young They continue to haunt us When awake and in our dreams

It’s April, spring has arrived Warmer temps with lots of rain Perpetually overcast But hopes good weather will reign Buds break in twigs and branches

Wild powerful thunderstorm This afternoon ripped through town Dragging cold torrential rain Knockout winds took oak trees down Lightning flashes thunder claps

Glacier covered peak Like hands in pray’r rising up To mystical heights Deep blue lake waters Robin’s egg sky up above

Overhead the mid-day sun’s heat sc… None to drink since morn temperatu… Less than a mile to go Soon endgame he’ll know Though ahead in the woods; hostile…

Oh well, I thought I could write Something funny before night This crazy day, to make light And your smile, to make bright! Sadly, I have writer’s block

center For all the mornings I open my ey… And see the glorious golden sunris… I’m thankful! For the mornings I wake up next t…

We spend a lifetime Waiting for the great moments Hoping it’s heav’n sent Forgetting small things That color our every day

Plumes of thick grey smoke rising A few miles in the distance Just our hopes and dreams burning Our nation ne’er had a chance! Sadly, thieves still rule the land

Unread my rhymes could be, it matt… Even if all my poems gain no accla… Satisfied will I be and bear no s… For my time and effort won’t be fo… Words I write describe the beauty…

Beneath his harsh tone, An ache he cannot let go Grief’s quiet poison In lashing out, he conceals The black emptiness he feels

Incredible, amazing, living in an… Days often sunny, the nights alway… Then comes a hurricane All that wind and rain Terrifying storm that from the dar…

In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici

Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field