Tears and a Tan

She felt the tears spill down her cheeks,

They prickled as they fell,

But also they helped quell the flames

Within her private hell.

There was no way out of her hell,

All roads lead right back in.

At least she liked the flame scorched tan

That tinged her blistered skin.

And so she wept her prickly tears.

But when she’d cried a spell

She wiped the tears from off her checks

And wandered back through hell.

The Moon on a Breezy Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whispers against the window,
The wind chime sings a tune,
Clouds are dashing from the sky
The night, the breeze, the moon.

Eagle in the Morning

Look Who Got Caught

He got snagged up in the tree out front when he was hanging around trying to peek in the upstairs windows!

Aging with Grace

Thus as she felt her beauty fade,

The tulip made of sunlight,

Rejoiced that in her humble bed

A fiery bulb bloomed bright.

A bulb so new that when she fell,

Abandoning all delight,

The bed would gleam still with the blaze

Of its ethereal light.

Swallows in the Morning

What is it about a good preening that make you want to stretch your wings and FLY!!!!

Or maybe a good scratch!

Haunted Night

The night’s so dark, I feel its breath

Tingling down my neck;

The rain is sliding down my pane

And pooling on the deck.

I hear soft voices whispering

Behind each closed, locked door…

I think they’re trying to get in,

But I want out much more.