I was young, and living
in Southern California.
I owned life, I had two pet
doves and I was reading
a lot of Dylan Thomas.

I was getting ready to
go to college for Nursing.
20 years old, learning about
assonance and alliteration.
Poetry, and love for the
craft found me...all green
and naive.

On my way out the door,
the phone rang, it was my
brother Ted, he was head of the
biology department at
San Diego State.  He told me
in his scientific way that
our oldest brother Todd was
dying of pancreatic cancer,
and asked if I would come and take
care of him.....I said of course.
Ted said as soon as the semester finished
he would be back out.
I drove down the coast sobbing like the fog.
I was to go out the next morning.
I would stay overnight with my sisters in
Ventura. Ted called at 1 am...Todd had just
died....Ted told me his last words were,
"is Tommy coming out?"

Alluring daughter of the Sun, luminous princess of the night
The heavens are your majestic domain shine through the shadows with your light
Be still above the rushing waters for they will obey your commands
Basking in your splendor that you stroke with a lover’s hand
The rhythmic movements of the clouds disperse to the melody of the winds
The stars hidden within the mist peek through as the darkness trickles in
The fleeting moments of passion infuse the air with a subtle caress
While madness creates nightmarish dreams upon those who are not at rest
Luminescent daughter of the night so many faces that you wear
A tranquil look, smoldering eyes with a touch of insanity and despair
You are more than just particles of dust and rocks evolved from a cosmic mix
Without your celestial form above all life would cease to exist  
© 2/10/20

Winds dance with me under the moonlight
Capture my loneliness into your void
For my true love is far from my sight
Surrounded in solitude that even the stars hide
Grey shadows drift into the folds of the night
While my beating heart a divine action soars towards the heavens
I am a wandering soul seeking the tone of his rhythm
Entrusting the moonlight’s glow to be my guide
It will divide the grey that separates us
Rescued from solitude I’m resolved by the hands of fate
Now I shall rest into the passion of his love
© 3/27/20

Petals wilt
wither desert dry
stem stalks snap and topple
crumble to dust
they lie.
But do not decay.
When graveside flowers die
their essence transcend
to heavens high
a bounty floral bouquet
with love
for those who past away.

The sun-splashed images dance freely,
revealing a welcome sight of early June;
Outside goldfinches gather at the feeders,
and fight for every morsel until noon.

A *** of lemon tea sits on my table,
a morning invitation for my senses;
I fill a porcelain cup and sip the brew,
its tartness lively as the tongue caresses.

I stroll happily among the billowing lilacs,
embellishing the garden with their hue;
Then sit upon the wicker bench beside them,
and inhale the scented air so fresh and new.

As nature paints its radiance before me,
in a glowing scene of solace and delight;
Awakening my spirit toward the heavens,
with gratitude for such loveliness and light.