Golden afternoon Glass of red wine in my hand At peace with myself Feasting my tired hungry eyes On the multi-colored skies

For many days, it’s been raining The floor’s wet the roof’s been le… Basins buckets quickly filling Bad weather still continuing But then the ground started shakin…

Three o’clock in the morning He woke up, quickly out of bed He’s ready, though still yawning To go to mass, with eyes so red For it’s nine days till Christmas

It’s darker now, it’s afterglow End of today’s activities Shift focus as we sip merlot And ponder life’s uncertainties The future’s out there, inviting

As usual, a case of he said, she s… Another argument halfway to nowher… Been that way since the day they w… It seems they’re amidst a nightmar… But they seek their bearings inste…

One glimpse, that’s all it took To rekindle in him a raging fire, A passion that smoldering embers Reignited; a long dormant desire! Yet the craving was but secondary

Once there lived a man who was inc… Such that his pants have pockets t… One day his wife asked for money He guffawed thought it was funny So his wife lifted his wallet whil…

The soothing warmth of sunrise Hazy glare from the window When sleepy eyes we open Primed ready for today’s show Cornucopia of blessings

Enthralled I am, awestruck captiv… Her loveliness defying description Her sweet pleasing honeysuckle fre… Stirring long-buried dormant emoti… Her subtle evanescent lilac scent

A Sonnet to May Here’s to the glorious stunning mo… Nourished by beneficent April sho… Sprouts have become fragrant color… Adding more beauty to the late spr…

mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!

Touch his face, she did lovingly Though his cheeks rough with scrag… She gazed at him fondly adoringly But from her eyes lonely tears app… She caressed his frigid and bony h…

After sudden torrential rain Gliding soaring boding raven Mindful of extreme summer heat Searching for a sheltered haven On the branch of a looming oak

I locked the past in a little box Hidden in a corner of my mind Around it, a yellow ribbon That someone left behind... Sometimes, I go and open it

As a youth, I felt like superman An immortal, an ultimate warrior But life tempered my outlook Sadly, now I have become a worrie… © F Aparici