Barbed wires and chain link fence
Pace the walls in self defense...

When summer sun bids goodnight
Winged creatures have ceased in flight...

Though my hips be wide
perhaps they have birthed a genius...

Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...

Dear Unicorn,
You have the most amazing horn...

Crayons possess a magic
from childhood expertise...

There is something
about Winter...

Pass not by the old dirt road
Through covered bridge and oaks now bowed...

Ode to the Pine Tree
Proud of the earth...

Cedar scented memories
under lock and key...

Occasionally,
I take a different route...

My best friend had a party about a year ago
To celebrate the birthday of her brand new beau...