memories are found
inside the warmth
of a summers day
where the sun
catches your smile
and the winds
kiss your soul
Listen to the winds
As the winds
whisper poetry
to the stars
footprints are left
upon the earth
Waiting
Another day at the beach
Within these walls
The path
My other passion in life … photography
Winter
she watches
as the seasons
slowly change
right before
her eyes
but inside
nothing
ever changes
winter
always remains
the same
You are enough
Whispers of the stars
inside the echos
of the night
silence falls gently
upon the earth
the soft whispers
of the stars
find their way
beneath my surface
where poetry lives
and waits
to be set free
Poetry
if you find
my ink
upon your canvas
the poetry
would be magical
