It’s a frightful curse That breaks families apart Because love departs In its place comes emptiness Void despair and loneliness

One moment in time Happily ever after Romance forever As a child that was her dream Nightly, to ride a moonbeam

Outside, dark and gloomy, almost n… Though afternoon, air stagnant, su… Starling clouds, acrobatic feats m… A waiting game for first raindrop… Then, drop after drop came, an end…

The ocean lies, serene and still Its glassy surface, shades of chil… A sudden dive—a seagull’s flight Sends ripples dancing in the light A lovely morn from ship’s balcony

A Haiku Blue green dragonfly Hopping blossom to blossom Whispering sweetly Wings of gossamer

Little mustard seed, windblown mil… Lands in fertile soil; blest with… In the morning breeze its yellow l… Surrounded by blossoms of every hu… Atop a green meadow, the tree stan…

Winter’s gone Good riddance Nature sings Ode to joy Revival

The golden eye peeked from the wes… And glowered as streaks of cirrus… The clouds blushed, like purple da… And tangerine blossoms in the crim… Higher up, clouds are many shades…

Crisp the air; cool, refreshing th… Clear, the night sky, looking like… Silvery the full moon, peeking ato… Into the woods she gazed, and felt… But go! She must! Quickly, no tim…

A Sonnet Oh, what a beautiful autumn mornin… The air is crisp; the heavens tang… With the sun behind a cumulus scre… A scene, fleeting but simply amazi…

The sun shines on a breezy cloudle… The brown leaves barely clinging t… Winter’s at the doorstep, the cold… Spring’s long gone but where did t… She sat motionless on a bench in t…

A Sonnet Ling’ring mem’ries of moments toge… Still excite and comfort her griev… Lifting her spirit, she sees forev… Yet sink her soul, when recollecti…

On Friendships and Life A true friend may be one in a billion stars in the sky A needle in the haystack, a grain of sand in the beach

A Sonnet Overwhelming! True, life can be a… Hundred things to juggle and atten… Focus on important ones, one must… And learn to separate nickels from…

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