Hit Title Date Added
I miss you.
It has rained for two weeks here.
Winter has seemed endless.
So little light.
I awaken feeling full and potent
Swollen with urgency
Lines of verse moving forward in me.
Impatient words piling up like traffic
It Starts With A Whisper
It has become obvious to me
That there would be no wind
If it were not for little boys chasing little girls
Rounding corners
Kneading Dough
Life is good
And we hold on

Keep on dancing
Fresh Ice
Cold winds growl
And etch our windows

Lick the edges
Full And Running Over
(A celebration of an adopted child's first birthday)

...We only knew there was this need.
Oh Yes...And Stars
I give to you these held wishes and realized dreams.
Here are berries, pods, rocks and cobs
We Are A Meadow
Each year, somewhere in the second week of February
I awaken cold
Under the weight of snow
Or blankets
These Words On Wings
Upstairs, wrapping gifts,
I pressed my love into every crease of tissue.
Folded into each, the truth of how much I need you.
Each of you
Behind Old Doors
There is perhaps in all of us
Some dark and hidden space
One floor above the creak of wooden stairs
A crammed and dusty Labyrinth.

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

6/13/2021 10:59:52 PM #