Christmas 2009

Last night the mist rose up from the water and pressed it's nose against my window to see why I was up so late. This morning, as the scent of baking cinnamon rolls spilled out through the vent the mists pulled back to follow the fragrance as it drifted out across the inlet; all curiosity dissipating in the cinnamon breeze and the silver, winter sun of Christmas.

Sharing My Bathroom

The Hazards of Working from Home!

I hear a voice from down the hall

It’s whispering my name,

"Come back, come back", it calls to me,

"No one will know you came."

"Come back and be with me again,

It’s what you want to do;

Come back and let me hold you close

You know you want me, too!"

Wind and Stars

Tonight I’ll dream of wind and stars,

The cold crush of the storm,

I’ll hear it roaring in my sleep

And pray that I stay warm.

Tonight the crying of the wind,

The cold and bitter night,

Will haunt my dreams, if I can sleep,

Until the morning light.

Pacific Peace

The Colors of the Dusk

At the edges of the evening

Where the day burns into night

All the colors born in heaven

Scatter in the dying light.

There, beneath the day’s last glory,

Worry melts into delight.

The Colors of Dawn

Within the dryad’s quiet wood,

There in her sheltered glade,

The pastel colors of the dawn

Still linger where they’ve played

Dancing on the breathless breeze

Beside the winter bay

Laughing at this earthbound world

Before they slip away.

Morning Moon over Moclips

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Starlight Reflections

I lingered at the ocean’s edge

As wave on sparkling wave rolled by.

Above the icy windswept beach

A bright reflection caught my eye;

The frosted foam of each wave crest

Was mirrored in the night black sky