top of page
this morning’s glory
awaits a new story through
messages of gold
quaint history ain't
history if it can't weave
in multiple threads.
.jpg)
seaglass settles
seagulls soar
ocean meddles
with a placid shore
ORANGE
orange arrives
an uninvited guest
quick to become the
life of the party
she compliments blue
on his smile
she brings angry red
together with cool yellow
even wither and decay
soften in her warmth.
let this prayer be like wind
that stirs a lake's reflection of trees and sky
choppy, swooshed, and stippled
like paints on a palette
let this prayer stir this mind and heart
across the canvas anew
bottom of page