Many years with her .  .  .
Snowy mountains in the sun,
  .  .  .  Even winter shines.

Our rabbit died last night
Now you are with child
It seems a sweetly soul
In us has found a home
As a singular tulip  opens
Just in time for spring
Name my child the breeze

The door of opportunity

My friend youre not clumsy

The words unspoken killing me

At pond she undressed,
Clothes fell as joyful sun rose,
Blushing— twice naked.

Dew Glistens On Flowers
Birds Of Sweet Repose
Chirp And Warble
Their Morning Song
The Eastern Sun
Shines Brightly Through
The Tall Towering Furs And Pines
The Rain-Washed Grass
With Last Night's Rain
Glistens And Sparkles
Like A Dazzling Spray
Of Jewels Flung Across
An Ocean Of Green
The Sunshine Dances
And The Song Of A Million Harps
And Cellos
Violas And Violins
Resound And Echo
Through The Pine-Scented Air
'Tis A Morning Song
Composed By Me

*~Marian~