Against This Present Darkness

Eyes rise and fall
with simple shading of clouds
upon a face;
a bowed head
seeking shelter
from raging tempests;

from love’s ache.

Night comes quietly
like snowflakes in winter;
like the whisper of psalms
​ beyond candlelit curtains.

I keep your words with me
soft syllables of grace,
sweet shelter

in the midst of my storm.




I used to wait for rain
stand, palms up, pleading
for earth to fall away

so I could bloom;

sat under that weeping willow
many a Sunday, sleeping
under the swish of limbs,
tremble of railroads
echoing at my back-
ears attuned
only to cardinal’s song
to fade the noise
of Monday coming,

It took years of suffering
to open my wings,
to close the umbrella
to feel the son;

to feel the sun.



You are not alone

Working on my book and thought I should share a few thoughts…If you are feeling lost, betrayed, abandoned or alone, I have been there and I can tell you, you are never alone. If you have lost family or friends, God will restore relationships and even bring you new family and friends, and as in my case, he will even bring you someone who loves you unconditionally. Someone who sacrifices their own needs to make you happy; someone who puts you first…someone who makes you laugh when you are in tears…someone who not only accepts you with all of your baggage, but puts it on their back and carries it with you. So, if you are looking around and see no one, it is an illusion because if you see only one set of footsteps, they aren’t yours…..I love you all …. and I am not the only one… ❤



The trees are barren
as this paper
as I try to write
what is acceptable,
what is popular.

Well, suppose I don’t care
what they think

or how many look away

when the light of my syllables
touch the retina.

Day 24 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month.)



Her intricate lace
wraps a circle ‘round the sun;
shades of gold and brown pigment
play colors of night
like a fine instrument,

tones beckoning moonlight
and sleepy stars
in a symphony of light
reflecting feathered promises,
unfolding in an abrupt,
but loving change of scenery.

~~Day 23 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)



She was curious to a fault-
wide -eyed wonderer,
with a tug on the corner
of his white garment,

asking why, why, why.

He replied with a pensive smile
pointing, not to her left,
nor her right,

but straight ahead
to the path less traveled,
where she stumbled,
unbridled, relentless

until they met again
in a perfect chorus

on the other side of that mountain.

Day 17 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)


Love Letter #34: (the arts)

Paint me a sunset
in the midst of blue;
dancing green meadows
tickling my feet.

Beside lily pads,
let me lie, gazing

into pink petaled reflection,

and should darkness follow,
sing me a lullaby
before I fade away,
wrap me in poetry
before you close the chapter

of us.

Listen for a soft chime
when a constellations falls
and find me in feathered places.

Day 15 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for national poetry month)