Seldom and rareyou may see mein the exuding of lovethrough the hues of rainaround horizon sunset.with no wordsAsk the snowdrop how she blooms singlewithout a prince,how mature the magnolia can bealone and proud,and how loving the rose is,without any...

Fickle Mirrors Dear lord how I have grown to despise, deny and to cry shy of mirrors and the increasing remoteness they leave me here to wrestle with throughout what is essentially left of our dotage .. Yet not so very long ago I did love each...

Love Sonnet XC     There are times when the only thing to do is nothing, simply take in the space and be present, savoring the time   and knowing it matters. This is how I reacted to your reaching out, touching my face, tracing   my lips with your warm intentions. I...

What To Do When Molehills Become Mountains it is without doubt true, that whilst one man’s meat may    be another man’s poison .. when a single molehill becomes a mountain-range sized obstacle for the whole of mankind then it must either be conquered, or climbed...