Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period.
Personal Journal
Sun-kissed
what more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin —
spirit and flesh drinking in
nature’s pure golden light
Incorporated
sunshine has no budget
the sea no red tape
trees do not license
themselves to the countryside
bees don’t invoice the flowers
there is no committee of oceans
and i’ve never seen a bird
take out nest owner’s insurance
Tide
Life is questions
and answers,
ebbing and flowing
in endless waves
Un-blonde
Old Father Time fox-trots
across my golden locks!
Pecan tree
To me pecans taste like childhood,
They fell from the family tree.
Sticky leaves, crackling branch wood
Hulling and cracking, we three —
Siblings, nuts in varied degree.