Cooler winds
Inviting us to
slow our pace.
Nature giving another
beautiful setting
reminding us it’s time
to ponder.
Cycle of the year,
in seasons
reflecting cycle of our lives.
Let’s hold hands, look each other in the eyes, when still here.
Humans we all are, together on this earth, in this world.
Love the key to everything.




Shell ✨🐚

Rain waits
for clouds
to fall.

Flowers wait
for spring
to bloom.

Heart waits
for someone
to love.

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)

He put up
An art piece sign
In the New York subway
That read
PLEASE DONT SMILE AT STRANGERS
And it barely raised a grin
Most sagely nodded
Then stared down
At their screens again.

If you look up
Is it there?
All I see is air
Why do I raise
my arms up
hoping that God
hears my prayer

Is it some kind
of wicked game
we play ?

I never dreamed
I would meet
someone like you

What a deception
fast of feet
What a reception
so incomplete

I raise my
empty hands up
asking God
"Where is my love ?"

the leafless tree branches.
clouds drift in the pale sky
and the deer leave footprints
in the snow

and all flowers fade,
so, throw the dead flowers
across my grave

and with time
winter's wounds will heal
so spring can follow
when the river sheds its skin of ice
and the deer footprints turn to mud

and the earth forgets the cold.
sunlight kisses, the flowers sigh,
tulips bruised red,
for-get-me nots whisper,
daffodils linger.

the sunrise whispers anew
and trembling in sunlight
the green leaves wave

as the wind dances with newborn flowers
that for tell of the Grace.

O, my wild garden.