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.

Tulips and Tears

The Vanity of the Sun

As Sol rose up to touch the sea

He lingered near the shore

He bent to see how brilliantly

He shone, and to adore

His face reflected in the sea,

Then he moved up on shore.

For as Narcissus used to be,

Sol’s vanity is lore,

And he insists that he must see

His face reflected more.

Thus even drops, small as can be,

Reflect small Sols galore.

My Father's Face

In the spring, when all his flowers begin to bloom, I see my father again in his gardens and in his orchard. When I sit on his tractor and mow his pasture, I hear his voice in my ear, whispering just below the rumbling sound of the engine.

I'm excited to have Spring so close, the first blooms are beginning to show. I've so missed him, but now

I see his face again, in each new bloom.

My Peeping Tom

Last night, as I lay sleeping snug

Within in my cozy bed,

I heard a soft voice whispering

Within my drowsy head.

I wakened from my quiet dreams,

I felt someone was near.

Then I saw him outside my room

And inside he did peer.

So bright his gaze across my bed,

I felt a strange delight.

No doubt a handsome face like his

Could light up any night.

And yet he chose my window sill

To pause and peer into.

So I invited him on in.

What was a girl to do?!!

The Full Moon in Perigee March 19, 2011

Thank You, For All You've Done

Thank you for the patient years

That you have seen me through,

In all the turbulence of life

You knew just what to do.

You carried me when I was small

And much too weak to stand

And every time I needed you

You let me hold your hand.

So now that time has turned on you,

And placed you in my care,

I hope I’ll do as good a job

Of always being there

To hold you when your steps are weak,

Or help you when you fall,

For you have done so much for me,

I can’t repay it all.

So I will ask that God give you

What you’re deserving of:

The priceless gift you gave to me,

My ceaseless, patient love.