5.30.2016

Bugle

The gleaming bugle played 
notes bright and strong and purposeful.
My heart, though weighted 
with the sacrifice of each key,
lifted with hands raised in salute.

5.25.2016

drum

Your fingers drum
across my skin
a rhythm growing stronger
with each year -
each encounter.
Stay steady my tempo;
my heart's beat.

5.23.2016

Choose me!

Choose me!
Hands raised high,
smiles wide,
running until our sides hurt.
Laughing until we collapse
in the sunshine and simplicity
of our youth. 

5.12.2016

fly

Said the fly to the spider,
"Come and spin your silk
around me.
I am not struggling. I am inviting.
Drink from me;
for I
am bound with you."

5.06.2016

Bourbon

Your hand
tips the glass that
spills the amber colored,
toasted oak scented, liquid from
my glass and
all I can do is laugh!

5.02.2016

indigo

With an exhale,
the sun slid behind silhouetted trees
leaving fuchsia contrails against indigo skies.

4.29.2016

keeper

I once dreamed
of being a dancer, a doctor a world traveler.
I once dreamed
of being famous, a celebrity, an artist.
I  once dreamed
of being a king, a soldier, a hero.
Then I grew up, and beyond my wildest dreams
became a mother - a keeper of innocence
and dreams.