Hot and sultry afternoon
i float upon your sandy dune
taste salt spittle on my tongue
watch violet seashells drowse among
your peanut brittle shores.
Poetry Corner
The Mighty Oak
O mighty oak
with arms outstretched
to greet your royal Maker-
limbs upraised
in heavenly praise,
muscular and sturdy limbs-
Night Sounds
The sliver of a topaz moon evolves into a whole. Night sounds huddle in their skins, black on white, crawling, tapping at my door, dissolving light, frenzied in their efforts to scrape and bump and grind till my heavy eyelids flutter and I leave them all behind. Light into darkness, darkness into blessed light, the cycle weaves its web and the night sounds march to drum rolls with the panic in my bed.
The Scenic Route 