Biting winter wind,

Rolling through the alleyway,

Making spring the fool,

Or so it would seem to me,

And my tissue paper coat.

Like a Spring-time storm

My words poured over the page

Filling in the white

Like a frightening flash flood

After a few months in drought.


Just as abruptly,

My words will dry on the page,

Where they will remain,

Untouched, perhaps forgotten,

Until the next storm passes.


Oh caterpillar

Without a care 

in the world

Suspended from silk

Caught like a children’s day kite 

Gliding on a 

spring-time breeze

I arose today

Before a sweetened sunrise

And I rode the clouds

To the Pacific Ocean

Making faces at The Moon

Bright western sunsets,

Face an empty patio.

It does not take long,

For our laughter to shatter

The night sky into starlight.

See the 

World below,

Drift away 

Without effort,

Take flight 

Into blue,

Skies gilded 

Silver and white,

Backlit by a 

Golden sun.

Candles all aglow,

Laughter and good company,

Warm Taco Thursdays, 

These simple things make moments,

That bring me that hygge feel.

I would like to make,

A suggestion to the world,

In the routine rush,

Slow down your everyday roll,

Take time to smell the roses.

While your road may be…

Difficult to bear sometimes,

Take time to reflect.

You life is YOUR storyline,

Of ALL  your destinations.

The sun dips lower,

As we ascend the mountain,

Ahead, an unknown,

An unexplored horizon,

Outlined by Orion’s bow.