Bitter

Life like old coffee The spirit endures drinking Bitter, cold, and black

Introvert

I enjoy being alone But not being lonely Walking and listening There is nothing quite so lovely With my thoughts I wander from place to place Always it seems with a smile upon my face Do not believe me, I am not ok Locked in a world that runs from day to day Take the…

January’s Dream

I had a dream about my son last night, starting at his birth. My heart was filled with joy knowing, what this little life was worth. His soft green eyes, round bright face and locks of unkempt hair. When he smiled at me, my heart did melt, it was not the least bit fair. But…

Watching the world rotate

As our star sank below the horizon so sank the cool almost wet air of the evening.  Now the sound of crickets and distant dog barks is accented with the occasional trample of hooves.  The horses seem to be celebrating the sudden arrival of the cool weather as they canter the length of their paddocks. …