POEM #1– Poetry Month

As I step off the back porch,
into the freshly fallen snow,
I look in all four directions
seeking balance in a new day.

As I walk through the snow,
Grandmother speaks to me:

“Aztec, see how the snow
covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
how their purple or yellow petals
reach for t…Read More

A little dream

Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tenderness

Inner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherished

Let me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
Let me have…Read More