opening my door
i still feel his presence here
soft as silver light

grieving for my thoughts
busyness has cast aside
i reach for my pen

visitor arrives
the sight is so uplifting
my full silver moon

the clouds stacking up
humidity on the rise
let forth the release

stacking up the clouds
higher & higher they go
rumbling with promise

stacking up the clouds
round shapes of mighty power
blessing with coolness

bathing after work
slouching off the politics
worries down the drain

my morning shower
softening my entrance to day
dreamy soft edges

japanesse tourists
every scene includes a face
even in a bud

poetry on hold
the mind seems to be closed down
an oyster dreaming

generation x
struggle to understand me
im talking too slow

sons face of despair
the angst of teenagers life
helping the parents

my beds crumpled sheets
telling the morning stories
of my resting heart

from the words inside
my short homily is borne
for my loving Godde

prostrate surgery
between my legs he said
i felt two footballs

tennis balls in socks
finally she understands
how the vessels age

disrespectful lips
framing that insolent mouth
of the life filled child

that insolent hair
now firmly under control
i can settle down

windy summer breeze
cool and warm at the same time
dreams of days gone by

haughty expression
of freckled finger tipped babe
made me laugh out loud

stomach churning round
time to just let go again
trust the universe

one hot afternoon
curled up on the fire escape
salty tears set free

starry night alone
out shone all paris masters
exploding my world

stormy summer clouds
humidity teasing out
that last tiny curl

wizened fruit hanging
clinging to the hope inside
of the forming seed