Of Verse, Poesy & Odes

Spring Abandonment I walk along a mountain stream where water rollicks over rock and hill, like my puppies, joyously fast, incoher...

Awaiting the Cherry Blossoms... Late February Ice-blue eyes melt as she softly blushes pink, wraps herself in mourn's veiled mi...

Kismet Bees absorb Autumn's sun, astors drape field and valley as storm clouds gather. Cattle tagged and fattened, idyllic da...

February is shades of grey and tan, dull sage green with etchings of black; like a bashful beauty wrapped within woolen coat; ...

Weekend Get-a-Way Beachside.  The word itself draws a sigh.  Sand, sun, not summer's emerald tinted waves, but winters s...