Belief in what I know Indeed thin ice upon which to skat… With much cold water and little ai… My burning question has always been

My dog Hardly a fitting title For so vital a part of my life There is nowhere I go When he’s not under toe

I walked through a graveyard It was dusk short of night I marveled at my sense of fright Expecting rising ghouls or bloody… Sticking through the well trimmed…

Conspiracy They plot away In some secret mountain retreat Nestled in the Swiss Alps A chalet tended by deaf servants

Wild flowers In a vase Tightly held The narrow neck design Working well

The flames leap higher eager, young and ever reaching for the sky And as the fire dances its dance We elders sit and watch

I had it under control Deep deep in my darkness Dwelled a monster purest black That made my life a mess I escaped I thought

A cool breeze enters the forest ca… leaves are already falling and arr… in a circle beneath Keeping warm the smallest root Cupping the morning dew

“Judgment” How cruel the word in this less than perfect world Giving allowance to all measuring by absurd standards

Thank you for waking me From my slumber I do not live without you I must be read To be alive

I can write a happy poem This I’ve always known Despite the part of angry me That reveals itself in my poetry There remains a child deep inside