I can see the sky for the first time since I came
If your pathway is lined with stones, grow some callouses.
Daylight diamonds dance
Atop a wavy surface—
Autumn leaves astir
Whispering their golden hush
If we had it to do o’er,
Would you still repeat, “I do”?
I use poetry to connect with others....
Passion’s precious gift
Lately I have been exploring the many forms of poetry, both new and old, because sometimes I find it easier to write with a blueprint. Ultimately I intend to try my hand at every form I come across, for the sake of expanding my horizons, though undoubtedly I will use some of them only once. …
Night beckons to lovers of all ages...
Darling, I love you
more than I did yesterday
less than I will tomorrow