Roar, Child, dancing before me;
Roar while your head is aflame...

Daughters are the hardest to parent;
you need the finesse of a master chef...

I cannot equate you
or quantify my feelings...

And in the end
when the contest is done...

Dear mourners take heed of my lesson
each day you must live for all time...

My brother says the verdict is in ...
most of our family is square...

End of year retrospective
but expect no bargains...

Red - orange glowing clouds
Silhouette December home...

Roses bearing thorns
alluring despite the risks...

Darkness devours when...

As the day returns
to the sea of becoming...

It’s become common
practice for us all these days...