the sun descending
casting shadows long and vast
on sunnyside’s past
the sun descending
casting shadows long and vast
on sunnyside’s past
the pines lullaby
soft and low, a picnic shade
bathed in sunset’s glow
antique silverware
wrapped inside a baby’s bib
found when grandma died
those who have a why
can bear almost any how
goals lead us forward
flowers in their hair
street theater spreading peace
all you need is love
glorious driftwood
a once strong, handsome tree, now
new life springs from thee
calm before the storm
along the marsh and tall grass
stillness has no name
from glacial shore stance
watching a drifting iceberg
float past frozen toes
you brought me flowers
rousing, passionate color
in my sleepy face
echoes from geckos
revivals, southern bibles
overgrown tombstones