The Color Of Your Ribbon I love the color of your ribbon Speaks life to your hair Sings roses to your smile I love the color of your ribbon.

Celestial In My Soul “...I played my best for Him...” Angelic drumbeats Through streams of cascading wind… Echo in my soul

Springtime Dancing peanuts and cracker jacks Out to the ball game we go sing the seventh inning stretch Cracker jacks peanuts hands out

a gentle walk a budding friendship yonder to the pathway we’d walk wait for the weather to settle dow… a nice springtime colors stroll we…

fall grandeur awaits where can the pleasure farther be than where my eyes are what I see where aesthetic lies and adventure cries

child unleashed in a candy store suddenly you feel young again childlike-creative you share your intuitive artistry creating dishes to fulfill

Fix loving care thank you For taking care of me

splendid horizon a setting sun a weakening light maybe some real thin French cookie… tea could be good even a dark bold… until time is no more... yes

Red Ribbon The morning sun was quiet not seen Flowers smiling waiting to greet Good morning... now late not said Breezes none the leaves not stirre…

Photographs Photographs are magical. Fleeting, Moments are, Fade, Memories do, Flow, Sands of Time will,

Spring into winter Spring blooms cold showers Sun comes and goes not know When to shine give warmth Cold air like fog lingers on

That’s literally what literature is, a bundle of words communicating knowledge through a variety of forms that can have a social, political, medical or spiritual role. And poetry is ver...

The Wave From dust to dust grains in the un… Floating endlessly boundlessly Fan by the waves of celestial wind… In ever warping tornadic emcsquare…

Selene in Trois I saw once more the moon’s Full golden glow on the sheen pond reflected Shadowless not a ripple wrinkles