change of weather
change of season
change of heart
change of reason
change of thought
change of mood
change of look
change in your hand

The choosing and choice
the use of your voice
expression in words
some of what you are
rides on the air
I breathe

time to peal off the skin of sadness,


it's spring

Solitude of the night
where company
most dear

A choice to be in communion
with Angels
and Saints

The Divine Promise
fulfilled to whosoever
Separates from fellow Man

I miss the days
when I was too young to realize
and my father was just old enough
to know. .
that **** eating grin
that boisterous personality
the twinkle in the eye
or the flirtatious gestures
he taught me so well
the youth that hadn't quite left
all those times
when I saw him,
in me. . .