Are you afraid
Of love...

The room darkens;
A gently fallen blanket...

Wonderlands of white crystals,
Inching on the windowsill...

Just as the last bell rings,
I pack away for the day...

Sweat drizzles down my neck,
Blood oozes from my shoulder...

Tis be an older poem, one of my firsts, hope you...

Who knew what lay inside,
Of that pretty face...

Why is it that love is said to be blind,
When you need two eyes and one heart...

The child's soul,
Bruised and shattered...

Over by the rivulet,
Settled by the Sierra...

A poem,
The passage way...

Once Upon A December
Soft powder flurries from the sky...