Summertime friend It has been a cold winter Without your hands...
A child wanders Carelessly, wistfully Through Easter egg hunts And back...
A glutton; I feast on “Meating” of Rebel Lions Or chewing...
I have faced the questions of why and not to publish...
Sunday It was dark No one came out to play Monday...
Hidden surprises Under pillows in fancy boxes Gifts from the motherland...
My heart doesn’t bleed For if it did I would be...
I used to verse On ocean waves That never burned Or...
Planting the seeds Roosting for hours January showers Limited numbers Sunburned...
I will not verse on your beauty For surely it has,...