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

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

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

My Very First blog post

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