Then wait for the sun
To slowly disrobe me,
Around noon? …
Monthly Archives: November 2017
We both have many broken parts. Some days, she holds my pieces together.
On others, I return the favor. For me, this is what growing old with someone is about – a person with whom one…
Hail landing on the skylight,
Playing nature’s melody,
A gentle tap, tap. …
First snow of the year,
Trees changing color,
Nature readying for rest. …
A full moon rising,
Carrying childhood memories
Of nights sleeping under the stars. …
Patiently waiting,
Camouflaged among the leaves,
Soon to glide with the breeze. …
