a poem

If the world had to be someone,

I think it would be a woman.

Rain like heels on the window pane,

Wind carrying the perfume of blossoms and sapping trees,

Stars twinkling like the glitter on her eyes,

Birds mimicking her sing-song laugh...





Yes -

Earth is a woman, for sure,

And she entertains with seasons.

Rain Poem

Dripping, dropping
Never stopping
Now I’m sopping

This is not rain at all
But a waterfall
Or perhaps a wake-up call

All around me
Wetness drowns me
Saturation has found me

Sometimes the only way to reach
The point opposite the breach
Is to surrender to what nature must teach.

Friday I'm in Love

This is the element I'm sure I most enjoy -
Twilight,
The cool of mid-October kissing my shoulders,
Anticipation so real I can feel it in my toes...
This could be dangerous;
This could be fun.
I'm sure the exhilaration is a combination of several beautiful things,
But when I think of what the evening might hold -
All the potential lying dormant in a blanket of ifs -
I can't help but smile,
Breathe,
And feel the lovely synchronization of life.