Poetry

Say Tomorrow Was Mine

Say, tomorrow is mine.
Yes, from its brow — that was all I saw.
The crow had no different call.
Even water mirrored my…

Not Fitting In.

Poem on being comfortable with your own self.

Blind Turns

Turns of life.

I can’t yet see, is that a bend ahead?
 Another mystery, that I shall see.
 My thoughts…

Generosity of Spirit Seen Through Backyard Parables

Contrasting perfect lawns and gracious hearts

What Sun Represents To Me…

Enduring calmness

A Perfect Burning Room

When Love Becomes Ashes

Pretending…

what is not

There’s a fine line between being okay
and pretending you are.
I catch myself,
not in…

I Love the Adrenaline in My Veins

The thrill

A Brushstroke of My Existence

a poem

You’re Late Today

Waiting…

For you, my love, the clock becomes
a restless tide, pulling hours into shadowed coves…