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Autumn’s Blessings
Clouds lying low in the sky, The smell of warm apple pie, Leaves of orange, red, and gold, Such a lovely sight to behold! Picking the perfect pumpkin, Races through leaves–who will win? Shorter days, longer nights, Rainbow foliage brings delights! A chill in the air, But the kids don’t care As they ramble and…
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An Everlasting Love
The vows we said The day we wed, A promise made As we bade Farewell to the past, Hello to a future to last. Through the years, Laughter and tears, Happiness and sorrow, And hope for tomorrow– Our foundation is love, Precious gift from above. Our rings a token Of a circle never broken, Blessed…
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Precious Child of Mine
Little one, I love you so. I watch as you grow. From the day our eyes first met, I have never had a regret. Booboo kisses on the knees, Climbing, hanging out of trees, Learning, playing, having fun, Crawling, walking, and then the run– The days feel long, But such is life’s song That short…
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Heart and Home
A roof, walls, and a floor, Windows, a garage, and a door, These things a house make, But to create a home we take Memories, laughter, and tears, Family and friends for years– Spun together with a thread of love, This gift so precious from above. Mortar the bricks holds together, But our joy can…
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Poetry Tuesday – Desert Rose
Run rampant, flee away With life held In your sun-dried hands. Heat ablaze, Scorches desert dunes. Sand mixes in a dance Of campfire tales Of long ago. As the arid wind Makes love kiss Your avid lips, There whispers a secret Untold of magic lurking Around every corner. Should you dream Of your prince tonight,…
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Poetry Tuesday – The Pearl
Why do flowers not dance in fields? Can you tell me why snow conceals Our foundation and terrain? Dare I speak in vain? Yet I beg it not, For if changing winds ought, They blow away Lingering sadness of today. The burden lies on my heart, But the heart doesn’t fall apart. Friend, take my…
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Tuesday Poem – Fences
The Photoshopped white picket fence Always looks better on paper, But give me the dirty, holey, broken fence, Because at least it’s real. Maybe the fence needs to rot away, To fall down once and for all, That division between us. The crazy thing is, From my side, the grass over there, Oh, it looks…
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Poetry Tuesday – Dirty
Some stains never come off, No matter the passage of time Or the effort to come clean. The grime infects to the core, Her center, which was ripped from her. Hide away, but everyone sees. Everyone but her — The irreversible damage. She knows brokenness as intimately As a hundred false lovers. She lies to…
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Poetry Tuesday – Late Summer Symphony
God’s painted masterpiece of ever-shifting colors and clouds is splattered across the sky, And an equally brilliant work of ark reflects below, One on top of the other, mixing until inextricably bound up in a dance, Which the grasses tall and thin in the meadow join in To the sound of hidden cicadas And the…
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Poetry Tuesday – Luke
He screams, terrified, angry, And tears stream down my cheeks, wet, desperate; I plead and ask what goes unanswered, And wish with dreamlike vanity for relief and release. Although his crying subsides outwardly, I often wonder if he shares in my deep inward weeping, Buried under mounds of smiles and the day’s busyness. This…this cheap…