Dreams remembered dreams forgotten
From mind's deepest caves begotten
Harsh kaleidoscopic showers
Bursting forth in midnight hours
...
The little angel in the sunshine basks
With calm, serene expression
I wonder if his church yard task
Is blessing the procession
...
They speak of cherry blossoms
And frangipani trees
Of crocuses and daisies
Narcissus on spring hills
...
I stumbled on half-hidden stones
With brambles overgrown
A graveyard from an age long flown
Neglected and alone
...
The twenties smashed propriety
Or what was thought the norm
Much like the hotfoot FDR
Gave Hoover's pomp and form..
...
When the world spins much too fast
It is time to close your eyes
Letting darkness gently pour
Daily cares by heaven's door
...
‘She was a gifted Southern Belle, ’
My grieving friend revealed,
‘an artist many knew quite well,
outstanding in her field.
...
The people in my present
and those from times long past
are markers on my journey
some fleeting, some to last
...
We enter into life’s strong flow
We join the longest running show
Sometimes the spotlight is too bright
...