those who write poetry
do so,
even though there are
...
i watch the ants move
in single disciplined file
each with a reason
...
What was once a rainbow
is now no more.
The light
...
i paint your face
with velvet brushes
to soften the image
i try to recall
...
tree flowers blossom
early in spring, a promise
is made in april.
...
i have suffered
for my vanity.
i have
cried
...
Dripping, it falls drop
by drop, downward, slow, until
nature's tears are dried.
...