Today
Is just a...

Now Alfred, no fooling with Miss Rella
You don’t want to end up like a peasant tree...

A Raven-ous croaking;
echoes of haunted...

I work alone,
but I am part of a team...

Hearing children laugh
As they play with...

So many mornings-
depression cracked...

Listening to the delicate murmur of your heart
that echoes without words...

I write with
wounded ink...

Pear-drops trickle from
Sugared rays and fall...

as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue...

Sometimes-
I imagine...

I close my eyes to paint a pictured scene
a view; unfurls and takes my breath a-way...