The Power of Woman

from out of her mothers’ womb
this sweet little girl does come
to capture the hearts of many

I, Canvas

Canvas relaxed on easel awaiting the energy of creating Six colors chosen, splash on-site Shapes emerging, blending, some stands out Canvas heated poised on easel welcomes the cool touch of paint Purple to yellow, Blue to Orange, White to Black all compliment Darkness creep upon the night to swirl its edges Canvas exhausted cools on

Transformation

When I get on the lawn tractor I am transformed into the amusement parks Tilt-A-Whirl; moving in light circular curves, turning and turning, my body isI slammed inwards as I fight the forces all around me.   When I get on the lawn tractor, I am transformed to the Indy 500 It’s just a 5.000′

The Squirrel Watcher

It has beautiful auburn hair and big almond shaped black eyes and whiskered cheeks. he curls of its tail as long as its body is tall brings a swirl of happiness to my mother; the squirrel watcher. Mom lines a dozen pecans onto a bark formed shelf and to her delight watches as the male

Destined to Be

He stood on all fours, two feet from the ground. He had beautiful down of rich cream with apricot sprinkles from nose to tail. Twin eyes of liquid hershey Kisses He cautiously eyed me, then approached, as I crouched down to meet him. His vacuum nose sniffed scents from all of me. He slowly began

The Eclectic Seamstress

She was eccentric and nostalgic using brown shipping paper to capture; tape, pin, snip, her hands fled deftly Her mind clicked for an imaginative purpose; is it a sailboat? is it a pair of sails? The sewing needles ran at the speed of thought. Straight lines, folded edges, crisp corners Pressed and smoothed an image

My Friend

My dear and faithful friend I have been waiting for you to come along… I have loved and been loved before, but he love was not strong to weather the storms. I have trusted and been disappointed. Because loyalty was to high a price to command. I have cried the doubts and worries away. Hoping

Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love, loves without merit, trusts without reason, shares itself wholly. Unconditional Love, asks for nothing in return but, is rewarded with another’s love. Unconditional Love,  tells you that you are unique, special and loveable. Unconditional Love,  goes the extra mile to believe, building one up, instead of tearing one down. Unconditional Love, is without

My LORD

My LORD os a special spirit, that settles upon me like a dove; so soft and gentle does he comfort me in all of my tragedies. He tells me of all the wonders he has in store for me to behold. He tells me of the galaxies the pilgrims have called their home. He shows

Meadow Lark

Trill-et …. Trill-et! I hear the call of a meadow lark on the balmy September air. Trill-et …. Trill-et! I bent my ear, intently listening to its trilling tale. Trill-et …. Trill-et! And lo to behold, as the moon glimmered beyond the trees and the last rays of light kissed the sky a solemne good-night,

Happy Jack

Eyes crinkled by laughter; mouth spreading in a toothless grin; rounded belly shaking with mirth; there’s no one quite like Happy Jack! Humor racing through his imaginative brain; compassion lacing his words of endearment. Happy Jack, a face of love and a heart full of laughter that’s my…. Happy Jack! Truth, honesty, integrity, a man

Quiet moments

I gaze upon the snow-covered landscape. Glistening in silvery white in the moon’s waxing glow. Stillness abounds as I peer through the window. My warm breath lingers on the panes. A nighthawk squawks; in the distance a dogs bark pierces the night resound “gruff!” “gruff!” the headlights from a passing motorist break the spell. The

Band of Gold

I hear the sounds of Indian Songs from long ago… Of tales so real and pain so sweet wrapped tightly in a band of gold. I remember the days gone past… Cherished dreams and wonderous hopes wrapped tightly in a band of gold. And though my dreams shall fade and my hopes be long forgotten. I