The stars slowly fade and fade, As the sun comes up ray by ray. The birds are chirping To warn them all, That summer has almost

Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth

Their love is like a garden In need of tender care, And she must guard it lovingly For buds to blossom there. For love will keep on blooming,

There is no hurt in despair and de… With deepest overtures and bone-ac… Like the tenderest touch of consci… That defamation of soul can find n… No peace from pain-filled humiliat…

Consider a moment the clear blue s… Have you ever stared at a sight li… And boldly wondered “Why?” What if just a little darker With a hint of red inside.

There is so much talk of the mothe… But what about the other. So wise, so strong, so caring, Always giving, Always sharing. Stable shoulder to lay out their f…

The way it is, the way it should b… To be. What else is out there for them to… They speak of nothing in search of… On their journey through this land…

A facelift, a browlift, and swolle… Stapled tightness across a tired b… Lying beneath a cloudburst of ice… Struggling to be beautiful and you… Eye lids don’t close when she is s…

It’s high tide again, Willy. Snow’s been Melting off the mountains For days

Promenading mountainous hillsides Cascade beautiful pillow of Fall color. Glorious radiating for reflections… Simultaneously demonstrating dance…

Why does she cry these tears, For they belong not to her But to a child of the night. Who is this child that chooses to… Between parked cars at the edge of…

Look not to the rubbish, her frien… The discarded cement slabs, The rusty tin. But, rather, Look to the pelicans

As she sits here all alone, Thinking of you coming home She wishes the door would open wid… And you would just step inside She has not faced that dreadful

She waked to a bleak, rain-storm d… Most things seem dulled by tones o… She watched yesterday’s sun “set”—… Brief—there was still an after-glo… She recalls smiling as she said,

You are the life blood of her livi… The breath she breathes each day. The sunshine of her sorrows. The rainbow of her cloudy days. Her darling there is none like you…