Ruth C. Demetral Poems

A child's innocence
A baby's soft cry
The calm before a storm...
A sunrise at dawn
...

The golden sun hangs heavy in the West;
it's glowing rays leap upward
tightly hugging the horizon, ever clinging
while slowly sinking downward -
...

Quietly you slipped your surly bonds
at night; too long entrapped within
a weakened vessel; all bands now severed,
released...your soul took flight
...