Across the years, we’ve journeyed… Yet here we stand, together once a… Though time has passed, our bond r… Old friends return with laughter a… Our memories shine, though names m…

They say we die twice, so they cla… First when we draw our last breath Return to dust a fleeting flame And vanish into silent death Then die again as time goes on

From Dawn to Dusk – A Sonnet<… A pale gold light emerges, softly… The first breath drawn upon the ed… As shadows retreat when morning ha… Life wakes anew where every path i…

Some verses written Will ne’er see the light of day In my heart they’ll stay Pieces of myself they are Locked tight in a Mason jar

Awakened from slumber, she remembe… She’s a drab, speckled-winged pepp… Trivial, unseen in the brown bark… A camouflaged moth, a trifling bub… In the dream a butterfly appears,…

Once upon a time in a kingdom far,… To travel yonder takes better part… There lived a drummer boy To everyone he brought joy Folks from all over came to hear h…

’Twas the warmest night of the sum… Damp, muggy, suffocating and miser… The old ceiling fan droning; a flu… Of gossamer wings; the heat unbear… She lay beside him above the bedco…

The heat’s oppressive even in the… Bright wavy lines arise from the p… Looks like sparks will ignite any… Tinder dry woods could be in ruins… Out in the open field, our nerves…

Show me a happy poet; I will say… It’s not an oxymoron, but few such… For a poet writes of the sadness i… Of the lost Eden, that he ne’er w… He writes of the pain, the hurt an…

In a corner Of the desolate and foreboding gra… Lies a tomb with a remarkable marb… The epitaph Here lies a man. He got his just…

A Ballad dedicated to my daughter… Up she goes ten feet high in the a… She spins with legs held tight, pe… He catches her as she descends gra… Her blade touches the ice quietly…

a love story serendipitously, they encountered each other in the afternoon of their earthly sabbatical

In my reverie, I feel myself meld… One with the universe; one with th… Every fiber, every sinew, like com… Streaking to the far reaches of ou… I touch the moon and feel its silv…

There as he sat, entranced in sole… Reflecting on the end that drew so… Wond’ring would he see sunrise rea… Or sail into the night, in fears s… For soon he’d be an octogenarian

center Late one autumn they met Serendipitously And ever since, He deemed himself lucky