A Poem About Love After Death, Proverbially Speak…
The paralleling of love with sunshine…penetrating, brilliant and possible.
ode to noone
to think how bright it would be, should you move in close / to think of the scorching heat, too hot for most
The Autumn Leaves
Autumn months
Caught in a Web
My retort to a friend who lambasted a spider outside my doorway for doing what she does best, prey upon insects….
Brilliance
Ain’t hanging around to be a fallen angel / No tip toeing around with these boots on / Stepping up to the pain to have me a pain full…