Poet Teacher Seeks World

Thursday, April 10, 2014

almost ten o'clock
time when all good poems should be safely tucked in bed

doves fetch twigs to build
over front door and back such
steadfast optimists

sun rich through new leaves
falls green and gold on warm skin
closed eyes open heart

April 7, 2014

wait for night's silence
when rush of day drops away
listen for yourself

sun-dazzled ocean
under blue line horizon
draw arabesque sky

Happy birthday, Dad!

April 5, 2014

cherry blossoms dance
along branch's edge not there
but here home at last

April 4, 2014

after five hour
flight coast to coast, words won't spring
free - but must crawl on