Still and Rich
A checkered boxcovered with jewel-like beadsAnd full to within an inchof emptiness, still and richSuch is my daysuch is my lifeSuch is the experiencewhen immersedin love and gratitude
All That Is
Who put the thought out therewith glowing lightsand propping up implementsThat All that isis limited by our limitationsThat Infinity fits in a boxthat All could be nothing?• • • •Little squirrel contemplatedAll that is for a momentBefore leaping off the branchin...
True Self
Upon quiet self reflectionin the silence of his quiet mindHe knew his inner valuethe truth of his true selfIt was good when he remembered thatin the rushing around of his day
Joyous Determination
Forever so longlittle spiderhad been cleaning upthe ravages of every stormRebuilding, re-grounding, re-attachingwith joyous determinationToday, she decidedshe would change the designand moved a full 6 inchesto the rightAh! How spiffy,how excitingwhat ingeniousness!Let...
Illustrators Blues
I've illustrated several books, however, not all of them have been published. I am in the process of completely reconfiguring my website so that I can feature more of my illustrations as well as offer my fine art work for sale right here on the website.I'm really...
Orchestra of Justice
An orchestra of justiceNature’s rhythms awokePlayed themes of peaceand incomprehensible hopein lilting tones of possibility“How could that be,” one wonders“without control and argument?”‘Tis simply natural lawas life flows with easeand rushing graceThrough crags of...
Gettin’ Busy
Where, oh where, were you tonight?Why was I working all by myself?I had to fix dinner and get to a meetingI made a mess, dear, and phht I was gone…• • • •Sometimes, when I get busyIt may seem that my consciousnessDoes not include the home environmentOr surroundings or...
Life’s Memorial
Memories stackedpearls and gemsStones and clodsall jumbled togetherTo pick and sort—the work of the elderString necklaces of beautyrich and deepplant daisies in the fodder
Broad Vista
Once atop the perch at the peak of his life He could see the broad vista before him He was ready to soar…
Who’s Counting?
So many years and a dayand, Yes!Yes, he was countingFor each day is preciousespecially awakeAwake, aliverecovering life!Ah, every momenthas cause for celebration!