Sheila Bello Poems

In a garden now,
I am a rock reflecting
in bright sunlight
emitting glints from my rough
...

The roots of her gardening fervour are
set in her genes. They sprout and grow
branches that spread in her psyche.
...

In the autumn of my existence
I change lanes and exit from the highway
onto a less busy side road.
...

You enter my mind
without notice, without knocking.
I let you stay again and again.
...

From the silence
of my aloneness
the birth of dreams.
I entertain them and plan
...