September Blue Lavish fields ripe with corn and harvest. I lie in the cornfields that are bowing their heads to the wind growing colder each passing day as we race towards the Equinox. Looking up into the deep late summ…

Shedding off my skin peeling off the layers of these false friends who have gotten underneath so easily; like dirt within fingernails. They only wear me down The aging flesh looks backwards at me from it's twisting path.…

"March Poem" Many puddles of melting snow Across the brown landscape. Racing towards April the first flowers Catch the life-giving drops of Heaven Hoping, waiting for the blossoming time.

Bright March Morning, the birdsong is echoing through the budding trees. Slowly the sun has gained strength, warm golden rays of life penetrating the sleeping ground below. Already the crocuses have poked out their lit…

Pastel petals opening to sunshine. Revealing glowing beauty within so easily. Yet too quickly it seems She vanishes. Only memory is truly immortal.