Man of ardor and man of song, Man of iron and man of velvet, Who throws his heart and soul, Loves and hates, arms and legs Into the storied depths of the son…

Growing Young When we are young We can’t wait To grow older When we are old

Little girl caught up in the war machine is this little child of innocence, of love embodied, the word of God made corporeal,

A Melancholy Brook Poor little brook, why are you cry… You’re so calm and peaceful in you… While raging rivers move so swift No time to float about and drift

In the density of summers’ forests where forest nymphs frolicked and… behind the copious leaves that covered up their nakedness, nocturnal Autumn arrived on schedu…

In your monitoring, are you that stern schoolmaster that sits on top of the fence that divides the right from the wrong, or the normal from the abnormal? Are you anxious to paddle the ...

“We welcome you brother sun so fai… Your warming smiles and soothing a… Against our skin and barren limbs, From sacred skies and hallowed hym… Of angel choirs singing winter’s l…

Trumpeter Castles and courtyards, manicured… Trumpeting in the arrival of kingl… A hymn to the light of morning’s d… Of waking forests and morning glor…

Lady Wisdom with quiet eyes and velvet wings floating in the quiet air, her satchel full of the world, the lakes,

Afternoon tea on the white veranda… Aside the fresh manicured rose gar… She stirs her tea with a sterling… Then sips it with her right pinky… Her back is straight and skirt bel…

Lonely Violin My love, my woman, my angelic song Your whole body holds a Gentle sweetness destined for me Your subtle waist a sculptor’s dre…

Nature dressed in her new nightly… Flaunting about her proud nocturna… Of days gone dark and imaginary wa… Of hidden phantoms and what tomorr… Of flowers resting from reaching f…