I wonder oft’ where butterflies would hide,  When night calls back the colors of the day. Perhaps they flee, and on the zephyrs ride —  In secret bathe in rainbows locked away, Their... Read More

Child of Mine

I wondered if those starry eyes I saw Were happiness or tears reflecting hope; ‘Tis strange, I’d never seen this child before, Her eyes, her face; emotions fail to cope With this, this gor... Read More

Life’s Posey

If Life should ever close her knowing eyes;  Would Death erase her codicil of light?  Could Life give o’r to Death in silent cries  Of helplessness — as day becomes the night? O... Read More


The sadness in a verse — the written line  That falters in its message. Words mean naught — To recollect the feeling (such as mine),  Regardless of the lessons we’ve been taught ... Read More

Little Boy

 On bended knee, though battle-marred, looks down –  Upon the one he swore till death defend.  His blood-stained hands have failed him and the frown  Of Why? Confusion o̵... Read More

Nature’s Prelude

The freshness of the breeze is slowly drawn Into the lungs of mountain tops of green — Each sprinkled with the slightest tinge of pale And notifying all the hint of snow. Tall trees bowed solemnly a... Read More


The dark lays heavy ‘pon my brightest day —  The thought of What is diff’rent? matters not. I feel the barbs — they pierce — what people say:  How could my heart and soul b... Read More