I started writing poetry soon afte… To ease the loneliness and feeling… And to catalogue what I face ever… As I build a new life and bury th… Writing how I felt started to be…

The sky was leaden; a gloomy, somber slate grey. It looked more like Moscow in winter than Long Island in the fall. The cumulus-nimbus clouds were sheets of lead, several layers deep,...

always you’ll be riveted to my heart we’re bound together ne’er to be apart epoxied and glued

Over the fence, the morning sun pe… Shadows, light and dark shades, in… An early squirrel is up and about The sky’s grayish, almost blue, pu… Though starlight dimmed by the bri…

Periwinkle skies, cold winter morn… After a stormy night of sleet and… Icicles in tree branches glistenin… Invitingly from the upstairs windo… The winter scene calls to her chil…

An Ode to the New Year One more twig in the branch of tim… But will it grow leaves this comin… Bear bright flowers by summer’s da… And fruits, as birds in early autu…

O death! A thief you are in the d… Although you visit even in the sun… At times you come swiftly with fur… Mayhem, chaos and uproar; in a vio… Times when you’re unseen, or quick…

Soon I’d be three scores and a di… But surely that’s no crime Just have to alter my paradigm Find newer ways to spend my time! Years ago, I’d walk eight miles o…

Decadent, thus tempting It oozes, like a river It flows, yet viscous It’s thick, and rich, and gooey... So inviting!

It’s Tuesday, early morning My old friends, I’m off to see Few hours of story-telling Over cups of black coffee Same stories, I’ve heard before

All the forests are in bloom As cool weather sweeps the land Birds in the air soar and zoom Flying south to winter strand At long last autumn is here

Last sunday afternoon had nothing to offer The cable on the blink due to the bad weather Trapped inside the house

An Ode to the Enchilada– Just… At last, it’s Wednesday; I’m exci… I woke up early, a smile on my fac… Shaved, brushed and showered, all… Then coffee! Breakfast? Haven’t d…

center Late afternoon early evening Sun setting it’s still light By the lamp post he stands All alone

I have haikus in my veins I have verses in my soul A thousand rhymes in my head Write them! my elusive goal With eyes closed; I visualize