Lazy winter rain …

winter mist fills the morning sky; a quilt held upon the still world, skims the head of swaying trees, falls on new leaves as silver dew, such a refreshing sight to view; its scentless scent enchants me, in a heap I lie, only awake partly, as these endless flecks of mist cloud my clear window … Read more

Thanks For Being There In My Life

To all have been by my side, Helped me smile through tears And heard my smallest fears, Never let me forget who I am, Kept me going when I felt dead, Showed dreams that lay ahead. For all the memories of life – Of past, present and to come, Remaining forever priceless. Blessing my life … Read more

Slowing time …

No words can paint The beauty of words That one finds within Even my silent heart It comes with pride It becomes my art It is where I belong Nothing feels wrong When I sit to write Under the canopy Of the tall, old trees In hazy autumn light Life slows to stillness Careful, slow … Read more

Birth of a poem …

I feel lazy right now; I want to write, yes, yet I don’t want to, like I need to hide, from words I spied that intrigued me, yet it’s in the words I can breathe free, I can be that me, I always want to be. I know for certain, marriage happens each time I … Read more