Wouldn’t it be nice If life were made of Septembers and Fridays: Perfect weather and Untamed imagination, A topiary giraffe, And unending vacation? Maybe mix in Holidays and weekends And the good stuff they bring: Frosted Christmas cookies, Sleeping in, Acoustic songs Strummed from guitar strings. And there would be no Februarys and Mondays:… Read More Septembers and Fridays
Can you hear the whispers That float upon the air? They travel with the petals As gossip plants can share ~ Can you see the secrets Being gathered by the bees? Who work as frantic messengers With garden clients to appease ~ Did you hear the rumor As a single chirp one day? It quickly… Read More Gossip and Goodwill
Red meets blue As rock merges with sky Through a stray cloud Black ravens fly Effortlessly Floating on clean air That expands lungs As it renews and repairs Weary souls who search For the meaning of life Will find themselves blessed By this land of delight Calm, yet invigorating Time seems to stop Between the… Read More Sedona
Powered by The salty breeze The waves carried you Away from me; I watched until I could no longer see The vessel you rode Toward your destiny; To discover a new land Full of mystery Across the ocean It waits for thee; But will I ever See you again Or have I lost you Just… Read More Celtic Heart
As the 20’s were roaring A baby girl was born Joining two sisters She completed the Ryan home; Though Dad Ryan Had always wanted a son He took one look at Virginia And his heart was won; The baby became a lovely girl Her mahogany hair in a braid or two Though Dad had wished… Read More Virginia
A solo bird Calls into the air Will another answer Or does no one care; Is his call A welcome greeting Or a dire warning He keeps repeating; From the branch Of his spindly tree He claws the bark And flaps furiously; As another dark bird Flies too close Solo bird maneuvers And loudly croaks;… Read More Solo Bird
You may be tasty Sweet with juice Or is there a reason Even the birds find an excuse; Not to pluck you from The barren tree They dare not taste The essence of thee; Because of these things I’ll leave you be To decorate The stark scenery; Never to know If you’re sweet or sour… Read More Sweet or Sour
