I say what are my funny things.
I write my sappy stuff...

When water works its snake like way,
Deep inside the rock...

She
She stays up late to listen...

She kissed it and made it better.
But the pain was still there...

She looks so young to me.
How can that still be...

Translucent strands,
Carefully woven into something beautiful...

Where were you in 53?
What was there to see...

She smiled at me just yesterday,
Then left me all alone...

Sorry
An oft used word is sorry...

Memories crocheted of spiders silk,
Until a shawl is made...

Spoons
Wooden spoons are used to mix...

The sap is running.
The buds are bursting again...