The quiet hush Of the evening Wrapped its velvet Bow around the house While the wind Claimed the garden Roaming the barren trees With bitter pride The branches held the Sleeping dreams Of July birdsong And vibrant dahlias Bushes trembled A pine branch scolded the wind: Be gentle, friend Winter has a long Way to…

Seventy-two hours remain Three plastic hearts to find I am racing the clock After work to catch The store special Scented with synthetic roses And drowning in glitter Hope floats on a bubblegum cloud With heart-shaped candy stars The world is a giant strawberry Dipped in chocolate Waiting for a grand gesture From humanity on…

Snowflakes glisten Swirling to kiss The plush of toddler cheeks They melt in the Warmth of Woolen mittens Leaving rosy giggles And wondering Whys behind A frozen stage is set A solemn backdrop A curtain of slate Winter performs Its eternal waltz Stretching long shadows Across the dusk Nature applauds the Fine performance: Lonely oak…

Words seem different When dawn brushes Against ceramic mugs Steaming with Warm milk And hopeful thoughts Their softened edges Whisper a story You never knew Existed A marriage beyond A wedding day That unveils A thousand phrases Gestures And nuances You’ve never held in A photo frame Words feel different When the sunrise Sprinkles vanilla…

You are the crimson in my violet The long-lost dreams hidden deep In the veins of turquoise The sunshine on On gloomy Tuesday mornings Breaking through the cold When the world stops turning And the rays of summer Remain a hundred Nautical miles away You are the flame to my marshmallow Toasting the evening under…

The sky threw a lavish Gender reveal party Baby blue and Soft pink layers Of chantilly cream Spread across a Grand sponge cake Made in a celestial Bakery Steaming saucers Of milk stood ready For a sweet delicacy Tucked behind The froth of faraway Espresso clouds The world waited And marveled at the Blue and…

There needs to be A universal Dumpster A vast, unfillable mouth Swallowing The sediment Of our days, Of our existence The gray in the hours The grease stain on a collar Of a morning that started Crisp and pressed – A promise of perfection So the illusions we Neatly fold And the hope we file…

The calendar Shifts – A gentle fall into December We mend our Tired thoughts With ribbons Spun from Christmas lights And shiny bows Speeding through White snowbanks on A gilded sleigh of Dreams Bundled up in cozy Scarves Our warm breath Kisses the icy breeze: a blush on winter’s cheek Kind wishes – like a…

Not everyone  Loves polka dots –  Some enjoy wrapping Their thoughts in a  Kaleidoscope of Vibrant shades And there are others who Greet the sacred silence Of each new dawn  In stripes and solid Pajama tops Sipping their steaming Lattes from maroon mugs So I have no right to tell  You either What’s the prettiest  On…