Seeing You In July - Previously Published

Seeing You in July

 

 

My once empty days

Have been filled with your love;

The ocean of your eyes

Pulls me deep into your soul;

Your soothing touch

And easy smile

Makes my heart melt

Like orange coated dreamsicles

On a yellow July day;

A window reflects prisms of light

Where no shadows disturb the newness

And as far as my vision can take me

You are all that I can see

New Day - Previously Published

New Day

 

 

 

The placid green water

Exudes a stifling calm

The stillness of the surrounding air

Envelops the early morning

Changing from charcoal darkness

To petal pink dawn

Overhead a growling Cessna

Pierces the daybreak tranquility

Rousting tropical birds

From their languid havens

To caw and screech in protest

A distant barking dog

Joins the newly created

Morning din

As a slow motoring

Fishing boat

Gently slices through

The once serene water

Spreading tiny wave patterns

Just enough to sway

The tethered pleasure boats

Along the planked pier

The scent of dewy magnolias

Vies for control

Over wafting plumes of hot java

A softly ticking mantle clock

Urges necessity

A background reminder

That a new day

Is underway

For Every Season - Previously Published

For Every Season

 

 

Take my hand

And sing with me

In butterfly meadows

Quiet pleasures

Of a springtime morn

 

 

Take my hand

And walk with me

Share the sights

Simple pleasures

Of a summer day

 

 

Take my hand

And dance with me

Under starlight

Easy pleasures

On an autumn eve

 

 

Take my hand

And love with me

All our days

Endless pleasures

Through winter’s frost

 

 

Afternoon - Previously Published

Afternoon

 

A cloud armada slowly drifts

Into the summer afternoon;

A plague against the surrounding blue

Ready to release its pelting ammo;

Their steely shadows darken

The agitated water below;

Their billowy muscles never veer

In the steadily rising wind;

Smoothly they advance

Spreading their grimy tentacles

Slowly expanding their brawn

Into a massive layer of murk

As sun-filtered shadows

Vanish into the every darkening light;

By the dozens they slam

Against a sizzling July asphalt

Urging tendrils of pale steamy fog upward,

The raindrops swell into hundreds of thousands

Blending into a shiny wet sheet

Streaking and smearing the once

Clean and unblurred windows

Now a water cacophony,

Its thunderous growling, heavenly rumblings and

Stabbing jagged lightning bursts

Are the stormy foot soldiers;

The army ravages onward

Oblivious to its left-behind puddles and

Wind blown detritus

As it pulls aside the filmy grey curtain

To reveal a gleaming cerulean sky

In perfect shimmering newness

Published Works

Saturday Boats



Yellow-gray sailboats
Caress the earth’s border
As bullet boats speed closer to the shoreline
Leaving gasoline fumes
To mix with their salty spray

Pleasure boats and single passenger kayaks
Slowly drift from sight as the Gulf
Casts ripples along the glistening
Sunlit blue surface
Like glitter sprinkled from the heavens

From the corner of my eye
I catch a glimpse of a police boat
Rounding the inlet leaving a bubbly path
As it speeds toward rescue
In the desolate enveloping limitless azure water

A balmy breeze soothes
My sultry skin as I sit ashore
Watching the blue herons
Scamper across the sand
In search of dinner

I listen as sounds blend and merge
Then slowly fade while the roar
Of a powerboat engine growls
Shoving its way through the
Gray-green waters

I am mesmerized by the boats
Drifting and bouncing atop
Gentle bumping waves
Swaying them to and fro
Like a jazzy rhythmic melody

Published Works

Storm From The Balcony


A dusk devoid of sunset,
An overhead grey dreariness
Coats my vision end-to-end
Yet lights twinkle afar
Reminders that in my solitary world
I am not alone;
Yet I bundle myself deeper
Into my fleecy warmth
Cowering down to my chin
And gaze across the stretch of
Watery immenseness before me
To the island beyond;
A sliver of golden lightning
Punctures the gloom,
Faint thunder tries to fight for control
Over the ripping wind
As it soughs through the phoenix palms
Around the concrete edges
Of the side-by-side variegated structures;
And within moments
The overhead lets loose its torrent
To pelt against the swaying branches
To drench the concrete below
As sheet lightning glows in the distance;
My windows are dappled
By fat raindrops
They ooze and smear rivulets downward;
The lightning intensity grows sporadic and jerky,
A light switch turning off and on
Without regularity
No pattern to fill the night sky
With brief irregular clarity
Even the thunder sounds lonely

Published Works

Release



I’ve kept myself to myself
Wrapped my arms around my thoughts
Held determined passions intact

I’ve found my own solutions
To vexations and complications
Shouldered the necessary and unasked for

I’ve battled changes, tides and winds
Determined to level me flat
And stayed afloat yet drifting

Until you found me swaying
To the music as a solo dancer
Without a partner to lead me on

You folded me into your arms
Grazed my neck with satin lips
Our feet matching step for step

A sudden release of emotions
Seared my fragmented soul
Leaving me breathlessly weakened

No longer needing to self-protect
Nor scramble to cover or hide
The imperfect pieces of who I am

Your smiling eyes and soothing touch
Reinforce reasons to trust and share
Past mistakes and future dreams