“While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.”– Pablo Neruda In the darkest hours when loneliness calls my name stormy tears threatening with thunder and lightning pain and I refuse to see the torrential rain. Instead, I pen sun…
Feather floating, swirling on the wind a spirit gathering wishes in raindrops
“If we don’t know life, how can we know death?” Confucius We all must die this I know, but the puzzle that remains is why some go before growing old, snatched from life before their time.
Sacred pink lotus
Fleeting Tis your birthday So I seek Solace in your arms
cloud swept summer sky
walking the labyrinth
My grandmother’s bedroom was my favorite room in her house. She was without a doubt the most famous person I’ve ever known. She was once a blues singer in Vaudeville, a graceful swan now retired to the country. She had an old-fashioned vanity dresser…
Shaft of light beckons
“On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.”– James Beattie Time, her only companion as she sits in failing light. Through the open window, a grassy scent of rain’s mist. She breathes in, a…
Lust hastens in enticing your innocent heart with grandiose plans of a lifetime to spend in one another’s arms.
through the garden gate