Love is love. Lips upon lips, a sweet honey flavor. Hands are for holding, Fingers laced a lattice of belonging. Of care. Of love. No flesh for flames. No camouflage for the kaleidoscope, No wash of the colors. Because love is the heart of truth, And truth, the heart of love. So flutter the heart ...

“Hello,” said the mossto the thousand trees.“Throw your leaves, watch them weave,see then flutter and flail.Play for us a symphony.”   “Hello,” said the sun,to the leaves one day.“Dress in gold, go be bold,as you hush a good-bye.A wild autumnal symphony.” “Hello,” said the windto the leaves that day.“Let me rustle and tussleyou with nippy ...

A moment that ‘is’ may soon turn to a moment that ‘was.’ Warbler’s singing a tune. Listen ‘now,’ as she may sing a different song or not…next moment.   The Sun rays ‘re piercing through space between railings. Natural light’s causing a geometrical design of shadows on the deck. See ‘now,’ as new shapes may ...

From beyond a blade of grass I see a universe so vast I see evening starlight’s And I feel the morning sunlight In the Eastern sky I see a fading moonlight And behind our world’s darkest clouds I feel the glow of our brightest light Are we worthy enough to control the light? Is acknowledgement ...

Look at the traffic, crowding the gate, various cars, some early, some late into the factory lot. These are the rumors, whispers and fears, swirling on wind, reaching the ears, of men in the factory lot. This is the sun, glaring and bright, pointing to spots, no cars in sight, of the vacant factory lot. ...

Cherry blossom hugs Secret kisses in the night My painful goodbye

Imagine,  there's still milk, juice, and snacks for the week in 17 refrigerators once fresh, but now soured.

Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors exchanged tomatoes, potatoes, and onions Milk included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors drove their cars, trucks, and trolleys ...

I am emotionally torn todayTen years since my lady was lowered away Nostalgic memories hit meBut fears do not haunt meClouds of the past engulf meBut tears do not flood me My writing desk is in disarrayI wonderWould she approve of me today Regretful feelings within meBut fears do not consume meShadows of the future ...

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