A Sonnet Perchance this is the last poem I… Without a doubt a sonnet it will b… One about nature’s grandeur and be… An enchanting universe with no bli…

A Sonnet to Brotherhood The brothers shall meet by Lake E… Before the autumn leaves fall from… In the last days of summer, there… Renew a kinship pledge from days o…

often, the truth is unwelcome so we choose to live a lie rather than accept what is real yes, we’d rather laugh than cry... a brave front we show the world

The world now awakes From cold winter’s deep slumber Freeze and snow over Grey depressing skies are gone With joy we welcome the sun

To the world, we must not conform Our sinful selves, we must reform The unknowing, we must inform So that our Earth, we can transfo… It’s miles before you go to sleep

right after yesterday’s refreshing… fragile nascent life in hostile te… in crevasses in the asphalt paveme… weeds sprout like viridescent orna… toughness and fortitude we all che…

Her eyes say it all The smile hidden by her mask Just how thrilled she was A bounce in her stride A spritely spring in her gait

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…

Sadly, he has no place to go! But all the time to get there; Perhaps, his fate. For a long tim… He’s been a rootless wanderer! No links to keep him grounded,

As the sun sinks into the horizon Sullen rain clouds come; dismal, f… Blown by the north wind, the roari… Baleful portent, the heavens darke… The green skies foretell incipient…

Upon the lake, still waters softly… The morning breaks with skies of d… Beneath the pines, the breeze is s… A peaceful air, where earth and sk… The songbirds sing their melodies…

One can only imagine a weekend lik… Time to enjoy calm and serenity an… There will be no distractions for… And nightly moonlit dinners at isl… Small white puffs sail across the…

Life’s a speeding bullet train One moment an eighteen year old Fresh and pure as the morning air Thoughts of changing the world Aspirations ideas visions dreams

A Sonnet The journey starts wherever we may… Our train won’t move, unless we wi… The future waits, though we’re not… But it’s ours to shape, when we ch…

Sadly, no place is safe, not anymo… Churches, synagogues, mosques and… Army bases, daycare centers, even… In the cross-hairs of terrorists a… Federal buildings, skyscrapers, ai…