Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
A self-made man he is; that! he te… Even when I care not to listen, b… Well, he’s my good friend He’s faithful to the end So, I plug my ears when he’s with…
The debris that weigh us down, It’s best to let them go To compassion, open our hearts And let the feeling show Let the flotsam float away,
Early, I awakened this morning To watch the sun rise from the sea As always, this amazing feeling Exhilaration, as my spirit flies f… © F Aparici
Yes! ‘tis the promise of another d… All of God’s blessings on their w… White clouds for always, never gra… And so, every night, this we pray! Over the far hills, peeks, the sun
I burrow through the space-time co… Into a mystical, mythical, surreal… Lost with a billion suns hurtling… Trapped in a swirling motion into… Time stood still as the gravitatio…
A girl of three so full of light Our princess bright with smiles so… Her laughter warms both day and ni… Bright spark she is; can’t be deni… She talks with joy and endless gra…
We spend a lifetime Waiting for the great moments Hoping it’s heav’n sent Forgetting small things That color our every day
Autumn leaves lay on the ground All gathered in a four-foot mound A cold breeze lifted some around The world’s truly winter-bound Alas! The non-evergreens are bare
Indeed, letting go isn’t easy But it’s something we must do To unburden our hearts completely And in doing so, to ourselves be t… Just imagine it is autumn, look at…
When I was a young teen, she was… She knew all about me, because I… Knew all my skeletons, on her I c… Ain’t my sweetheart, just a really… As always, life intervenes, and we…
Most trees stand bare, though othe… Hollies peek through the snow-fill… At dawn, no creatures can be seen The chill of winter all around But golden rays turn skies to blue
A faint scent of jasmine Stirred up an emotion Long, long dormant She wore it often Her magic potion
Not a Sonnet I was alone in the house, Saturda… About to nap; opted instead to be… The theme or the story? That I kn… A tragic tale; or newlyweds on a h…
Even the worst of days Have enjoyable moments And the morning sun May hide behind clouds so grey Remember that beautiful roses
