written 1998
Who is this little girl, And where does she come from. Her physique, so frail. Her large dark eyes Full of sadness,
Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter
A boy awoke All drenched in sleep Taking a glimpse Of the bitter colony Pleasant dreams
Splendid cotton sky Such beauty to one’s eye Earth of rich color Is dressed in rainbow coloration Land of beauty
Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth
You are the gentle summer breeze That comes rustling through the tr… In the silence of the breathing ni… Your warm caress and whispering si… Haunting her dreams as dawn draws…
The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…
Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…
Snow swirling from mountains ascen… Whitecaps racing from the shore wo… Crescendos cascading down the cany… Grit scouring age lines into her f… While
It is a cool and breezy night—the… Caressing her ears. Her heart yea… He’s the most beautiful man she’s… He is strong and gentle, all at on… His lips, so tender, steal her bre…
They were lying side by side In the mud, in the foreign mud. Listening to the music Of fire and steel, and jagged stee… With fear squeezing their hearts
The endless search for meaning eng… Life’s delicate transitions bars h… What is this Life he ponders? Why… Are mysteries and illusions the bl… How long it takes a tree to grow.…
The elderly are here For a reason she is sure Wisdom they all have Of a life that is pure Rolling with punches
Her son left home again today. He spread his wings and flew away On a sleek and silver jet that Became a speck in the blue sky Seconds after it lifted
The earth is a woolen fabric. Tawny and umber The trees are lace. Gray and blac… The crystalline sky is clear, And silver as glass.