Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns ...

nature softly starts to slumberover the coldness that winter bringsvibrant are the leaves yet stilleven before the winter chillmoans of the trees creaking bonesbrittle ...

My daddy was a gardener His basil got taller than me. Everything smelled like pizza as shaggy bunches dried. I grew up on the ...

Thirty days and thirty nightscan never be enoughto get over you. The light you broughtinto my life is nowa distant memory. Every time I ...

a bowl of cereal, and  a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts  our streetlamp posts  are receiving new globes down the village road there ...

All around me is redAll around me smells freshAll around me is youAll around me is new When it storms, and the tides riseWhen ...

In 1990, Halloween’s enchanting spell Cast its magic over our Southern communityLike a sweet-smelling mist that fills the air, and makes your heart beat fast with ...

Am I part of your world?I must be dreaming. Am I worthy of your touch?Here you are, holding mewithin the palm of your hand. ...

Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes  I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a ...

Prayers rising, wishes spreadingHands laboring, legs toilingIn this realm, all struggle to thriveRising up before the sunAnd laying down long after the moon has ...