Two squirrels chasing each other on a large oak tree
Another trying to decide how to eat a large walnut and almond
Still Another watching my every move while laying in a big tree branch up high
Cloudy skies with a tiny drizzle of rain
Awaiting thunderstorms but nice company walking home up tbe hill

Walking and writng work in tandem
Even in intense heat and pouring rain
Could be a word or phrase
A memory
It is needed and necessary because it works for me
That is why I leave music home
Silence the mobile phone
Never really alone

I can find you in the dark
By touch
The blue eyes shine and glow
The music is soft rock
Cotton
Satin
Silk
With all the laughter
The Joy
The tears
Hoping for many more loving and lovely years
For your eyes only

Always been a female Charlie Brown and Linus with Marcie thrown in for good measure
There are Lucys in my life, but they still scare me
Been a victim and now a survivor with flashbacks
Don't go there, please
Loner but not lonely
Having to accept that things change won't dare come for an answer
Sometimes, I'm too kind and good for my own good
Harder for teachers to learn lessons
Yet, they do
Moving on to the right direction and journey
Nearing Gravitas

You listened
You stopped looking and you found him
Love is love
Your face told the story you shortened for the sake of time
Mr and Mr will walk down tbe aisle
Listen for Evergreen you said
I will dance at your wedding with my husband
Much happiness and looking forward to celebrating your Love

Nobody to read
Nobody to listen
Will my books sell?
Who am I?
What good is it to be a writer?
Sometimes the words don't come
They don't work
How dare I call myself a writer?
What good is it?
Wait and see

Have I heard the music with tbe words
Were there always lyrics there?
Did I know the words were there?
See they were always there
Nobody around to listen
Nobody to talk to or with
I talked to blank pages
Sometimes I still do
That became volumes thst befriended me
They helped me belong
My poetry song