Creativity

Poetry

Midnight Emptiness

Midnight emptiness

Wild

It was Summer,
the first time I saw her,
feet wet in the morning dew,

Poem

Road Trip

It’s the motion i think,
That makes the words come.
The road stretched out ahead,

Poem

Midwest Spring

There’s mud on my boots,
And it smells like rain.

Poem

Sky

I’ve looked at the sky,
A thousand times,
Marveling at the creator’s display,

Poetry

Four Days

There are certain,

times,

Poem

Shoveling

Under my finger and my thumb,
the keys rest, snug as a rug,
Under my window, a clean grating sound,
when…

Poetry

The Gray

I walked along the road,
As I often do during the day,
Now the road is wet,
The leaves are piling along…

Poetry

The Call of the Wild

The call of the wild is the voice of a friend,
carried on the whisper of wind as it…

The False Spring

There is no,

crueler joke that nature plays,