Dying on the Vine

A Poem

Some days it feels like my hopes and dreams
are dying on the vine

Bare Limbs

Why when we are at our coldest, in our most uncomfortable state so bare? The harshness of life leaves us vulnerable. Do we stand like a…

Walk with Me

a poem

come and take 
a walk with me
through the desert high

Journey

JOURNEY

My body is weak.

when

We hoist the anchor and sail away
When the sun goes down at the end of day 
And when we're out on the ocean deep
That’s when I know I don't want to…

Hey kid, didn’t you forget something?

A common dialog in Ireland

POETRY | NATURE

Mother

Of Earth

Peony/Rose/Lotus

The Call

Unforgettable memories after losing someone

Just Waiting

There’s someone in Virginia waiting for a truckload of gravel to be delivered. And a lady in Reno is eagerly waiting for summertime to…