Butterfly lies low As rain-soaked clouds spill over; In perfect cover While storms rage, protecting wing… Waiting till the robin sings

the starlit harbor view peeked in from the window moonbeams bathe them they cast a giant shadow on the wall,

just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home

center Misunderstood, inscrutable, She’s an enigma; A paradox, mysterious; White-hot as magma

Rain never ending Barren hillsides devouring Mudslides triggering The rain’s often a blessing Or catastrophe brewing!

Above, the red hawk soars on high Below, the forest stirs in strife The hunter streaks across the sky While shadows chase the dance of l… The sun gives warmth, both pure an…

the journey begins wherever we may be... the train won’t leave, unless we say so, for the future

great it is to have a friend who has your welfare in mind who sticks with you till the end a real treasure, one of a kind and the good news he brings you

It hurts him deeply, Yet he sets her free to find Joy in distant skies May happiness fill her days As she walks life’s brighter ways

center A secret passion; A peculiar indulgence She kept from everyone Except her conscience!

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

That kind of gloomy Sunday The skies grey and overcast All morning in bed I lay Hoping the doldrums won’t last But by noon the clouds parted

She loved the night’s gentle breez… As it touched her moonlit face Behind her, her arms he squeezed Eyes skyward, thoughts lost in sp… She leant back feeling at ease

It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…

There once was a chappie named Mi… Who thought women should serve him… Till he met feminist Karen A fierce and righteous vixen And now he’s her enthusiastic femi…