Spider's silk woven among the trees
Ever so delicate
Yet, intricate in design
This creation's artist
A venomous vixen
Waits for her prey
Oblivious to the beauty
She has bestowed
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
WALK WITH ME
AUTUMN'S SONG
CHILDHOOD JOYS
ALONG THE WAY
Friday, August 13, 2010
ODE TO BEATRICE
Beatrice planted
With phase of moon
Be damned her
crooked spine
Her harvest
Plenty
Her salvage
Sweet
She greeted
And shared
With all
She'd meet
Beatrice parted
when Moon was full
Before it
Was her time
No one mourned
Though her deeds
Were grand
Was always
Present
With helping hand
With phase of moon
Be damned her
crooked spine
Her harvest
Plenty
Her salvage
Sweet
She greeted
And shared
With all
She'd meet
Beatrice parted
when Moon was full
Before it
Was her time
No one mourned
Though her deeds
Were grand
Was always
Present
With helping hand
A LAST DAY
He sat upon
A wood park bench
And watched some
Children play
His boy inside
Still denied
His age
Though hair
Was grey
The years
They pass so quickly
You're young and then
You're old
Memories fade
New ones made
And stories
Left untold
And in
The lonely distance
He heard
A small child sing
With tear
In eye
He breathed
A sigh
And touched
His wedding ring
He heard
A child laughing
Squealing
With delight
It made him grin
And he touched
His chin
And laughed
With all
His might
Laughter
Like a sonnet
Soothed
Mortal soul
This day
He closed
His eyes
Said goodbye
And gently
Passed away
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