Summer Heat
Northerners flock Floridian shores
loving soft breezes and warm beaches ~
escaping blizzards, ice storms, and bitter cold.
In April
They leave the Intensity
of Florida's Heat Wave
They escape like the birds
that travel back north
to blue skies
cool waters
and rocky beaches.
They leave the Summer Heat
to the Floridians who
take delight
in the warm waters
and
empty roads.
Northerners flock Floridian shores
loving soft breezes and warm beaches ~
escaping blizzards, ice storms, and bitter cold.
In April
They leave the Intensity
of Florida's Heat Wave
They escape like the birds
that travel back north
to blue skies
cool waters
and rocky beaches.
They leave the Summer Heat
to the Floridians who
take delight
in the warm waters
and
empty roads.
Winter Hunger
A nestling bird sways
perched delicately on branch
weakened by chilling
gusts of winter.
Barren trees heavy with snow
blizzard approaches
with more white weight
to blanket the earth.
Mama flies into distant blue
fluttering fitfully with leaves
searching in dismal barrenness
sustenance to survive.
Loud chirping clips the silence
belly screams empty
Mama returns beak ready
to satisfy and fill.
perched delicately on branch
weakened by chilling
gusts of winter.
Barren trees heavy with snow
blizzard approaches
with more white weight
to blanket the earth.
Mama flies into distant blue
fluttering fitfully with leaves
searching in dismal barrenness
sustenance to survive.
Loud chirping clips the silence
belly screams empty
Mama returns beak ready
to satisfy and fill.
These three poems reflect different aspects of who I am, yet they also portray my analytical nature regardless where I am.
An Untraveled Road
There are paths unknown to us Ones planned by He who knows our desires and our dreams and the way our life flows. We may stumble along the way for our past has been so clear, yet our future in his hands will be fortunate and dear. Grasp the golden ring and travel the unpaved road, follow in his guidance for He knows the secret code. |
Love Poem to Apollo
If ever I were to meet him and he walked by my side would our words embrace and our passions collide? would the cadence of his words rich with prophetic lore and mine written newly like paintings on a wall mesh? I picture him and me on a pebbled beach, near Santorini or Paros~ there he will teach me all there is to know of muses. Do gods intermingle with the likes of women like me who are goddesses only in mind? |
Soul Mate
Saddened eyes - searching a future quite unknown finger tips - touching leading one home. Spirits often seek for the one left behind A soul looking deeply until one's mate is found. Such is a blessed union simple yet profound. |