Autumn’s here again, lawns are tur… Red and golden yellow leaves piled… Mist in our breath, in our faces a… For cold air is here, winter stand… From the closet comforter pure goo…
The weather dreadful To sleet, snow turns rapidly Numbing and chilly Utter darkness cloaks the land There blows the harsh frigid wind
Once upon a time there lived a som… He married a young lady who is a s… She talks incessantly while asleep While nightly he’s on a walking tr… They lived not unhappy for at nigh…
The people we love The ones closest to our hearts Make life worth living They brighten the darkest days And make rainbows out of grays
I looked and chose a thick one Tossed it sideways into the water Grimacing; sticking out my tongue One, two… Quickly, it goes under… Then she looks around, a flat one
mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!
We’re holding our breaths Waiting for a miracle To change the outcome But the prognosis is grim Chances for success are slim
Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano
Many mistakes we’ve made; one too… Undo them! if only we’re young aga… Sadly no reruns, life’s not a movi… Consequences forever will remain If we been around, there’s things…
She loved the night’s gentle breez… As it touched her moonlit face Behind her, her arms he squeezed Eyes skyward, thoughts lost in sp… She leant back feeling at ease
Golden afternoon Glass of red wine in my hand At peace with myself Feasting my tired hungry eyes On the multi-colored skies
The donkey said the grass is blue And I agreed wholeheartedly With a big grin he bid adieu Left me all alone finally With a donkey never argue
center A secret passion; A peculiar indulgence She kept from everyone Except her conscience!
Seconds ticked away Over soon, the lovely day Fond goodbyes we say Only memories remain Of the sunset and the rain
I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…