A Haiku for Summer

Welcome this season Of sweating and slowing down. Heat brings people out.   Advertisements


Love, You Are

Love, you are arms that embrace me. Love, you paint my world vibrantly. Love, you are the foundation of my heart. Love, you are a buttress of support. Love, you are a mirror reflecting what’s best. Love, you are an … Continue reading


There Is Hope in This Day

There is hope in this day. There is joy and laughter and light. There is love in this day, Despite uncertain times. – Some days are darker. Some days mirth is harder to find. Some days leave you spent and … Continue reading



Falling leaves that have changed their color. A softer sun tempering the temperature. This season of so much visual change. Summer over and winter not yet. Trees seductively shedding their leaves. Getting down to the essential things. Baring their branches … Continue reading


Joy & A Spring Haiku

Joy Joy is polka dots of pink. It doesn’t take itself too seriously. Joy sounds like the nightingale’s song. It smells like bread fresh out of the oven. Joy tastes like sugar. Joy comes dressed in love. Joy is a … Continue reading


A Riddle: A Poem

It’s in the black and white.

It confirms life.

It’s what is known and seen.

It’s why I’m sure you’re lying to me.

It is in the courtroom.

It is in the darkroom.

It’s in the gray pencil lines of geometry.

It’s why the good wife picks up and leaves.

It’s beyond suspicion.

It’s positive.

It keeps water at bay.

It questions faith.

It is in the bottle.

It is in the pudding.



Music Is Solid

Music is solid.

Music is light.

It is love and fear and anguish.

It is solo and orchestral joy.

Music is every word and every language.

It is blue and orange and green and violet.

Music quenches, sustains, and devours.

It is weakness.

It is power.

Music is the dreaming and the awakening.

It is dance, peace, violence, instrument, and memory.

It is loss, exploration, and discovery.

It is none.

It is every.

Music is for the lonely and for the loved.

For the famous and the forgotten.

It is silence.

It is clamor.

It is patience.

It is anger.

Music is foundation and decoration.

It is worship and defamation.

Music is many.

Music is few.

Music is us—it’s me and you.