Balm for the Soul

There is a balm,

for the soul,

apply liberally,

to heal wounds,

use often~

the cure is Love.


From Darkness to Light

Only when your step becomes lighter,

and the sun shines brighter,

do you realize ~

how heavy a load

you’ve been carrying

over the rough, uneven stones,

stumbling through the darkness,

wishing for a light.


Morning Sky

I take my morning stroll,,

trying to find the perfect word,

to describe,

the exact color of deep pink

against a turquoise sky.


Love is Blind

Lovers for the ages,

years bring changes

to the mirror,

but never to eyes

filled with love.


Mocking Cat

Mockingbird visits

our balcony each morning,

taunting, teasing,

and frustrating

poor kitty,

who can only watch,

until the bird grows bored,

and flies away.


Boat Parade

Little boats zoom,

sailboats glide,

water taxi chugs

up and down the river

on a warm, spring day.


Peace and Quiet

It’s the last quiet weekend,

before the pool opens,

I cherish the silence


Staring at the Past

The face in the mirror~

some distant relative

I am jolted into recognition,

that this is who

I have become~

one of the faces,

from a long ago

black and white photo


Heart Aches


after hurling

hurtful words,

is like stirring

a teaspoon of sugar,

into a glass of saltwater.