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 expect little And I always find More than I need An abundance So easily perceived

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

Time you thief robbing me so I never felt a lost moment or your rushing me forward

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

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

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

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…

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

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

Hope is elusive Slipping away so easily Just when you have it And that secure feeling warms A bit of the frost so common now