Beauty is in the eye of the one beheld.
I'm awed that death should hold such beauty.
distant beauty — Short Poems and Other Nonsense
I watched the stars...
Here You Are
In the spirit of Walt Whitmas, a "song of myself."
The Color of Love
Red is the color of love? I say, No!
Her Smile Warms the Sun
Her legs impart their strength unto the cedars; Her arms instruct the honeybee to work...