A lover counts time in kisses, not years.
Reflecting in the night
My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.
Vein
i bleed words,
ink drops, and
poetry merges —
blackish-crimson
autobiography
Poetry of spring
Springtime is a poet —
the blue sky its blank page
so vibrant green in rhyme
a different metre for every clime
birds chirping to keep the time
wildflowers yellow, red, purple divine
words dancing on tall blades of grasses
sparkling in the morning dews
no commas the flow keeps buzzing
vernal dashes & blossoming branches
on newly greening verdant trees
refrains whispering in each breeze
butterflies — floating apostrophes
ladybugs dot floral question marks
blissful bees stray stanza to stanza
seeds disperse from verse to verse
continuing a poem that’s never ended
and into summer’s colors is blended
Sensational
the famous five senses
are only helper senses
to our other infinite unnamed
Morning armor
Coffee makes me invincible. But when the cup is empty, I return to mere mortal.
Embracingly spring
When a fresh springtime breeze
embraces you — fling your arms
wide open and hug it right back!
The fight
Winter is a lean, scrappy fighter. Spring blossoms from the sweat
Winter sparks
snowflakes fall from the sky
in peppermint perfection —
i kiss you with quivering lips
but cold is not the reason —
you set my winter heart on fire
and keep me warm all season
Cheers!
Let’s drink to hope
and hope to drink!
Selves
A philosopher lives in your mind,
a lover in your heart,
an alchemist in your soul.
Kindling
Every dawn relights my soul.
Work hard & shine!
Sometimes the universe tosses out handfuls of glittering opportunity. If it falls upon you, dance! Then get right to work.