A Poet's Haven

With cup in hand, I ventured out into the first, cold morning of Autumn… I felt the her cold breath upon my neck, as a murder took flight… With a fluttering of mostly auburn leaves, like the color of her hair… As I moseyed around the little trails, worned into the forest around me… Listening…

It seemed as if we lived through eons before we learned to write… We seemed to be driven to wander or search for someone missing… An ache that would not go away as if it were an adiction… A very old woman in my village shared this with me… “ I have witnessed within you,…

The Story Of You It’s a story of what I have become… It’s a story of all the people I have come to know… It’s a story entwined with poetry and images… As the story unfolded You said it was because I kept leaving… You never asked why… You never gave me a reason to…

Old Sirius has gone to sleep… Now linger through those dog days come September… As I traverse the back roads…  I notice all the ponds are down.. Too little rain for half way through our season…. I stop at my usual haunts, fruits and vegetable stands… Georgia Peaches are everywhere… Big Boy Tomatoes are a…

“ through our past moments “ The French have a saying that describes a feeling… That one in which you are left knowing you have had before… She and I, well we encouraged them to finally use it in print… You see when our paths cross… We relive, in a moment the love we have…