November Blue

On this sacred, blue November day Somber, thin, high-clouds do lay Heavy; on trees naked and gray. Spirit? Bend me and I will pray: Please God! Deliverance today! For all who remain death’s prey, The weak the wicked who will pay. Sin’s permanent ink-stains stay, Hard hearts can’t soften to obey, Leading all who are … More November Blue


When all the leaves have fallen To crunch beneath indifferent feet Afore winter’s capturing talon Executes life’s final, sad retreat In cold silence loud and sullen When kettle drums begin to beat Humbling each arrogant felon The august end in brutal defeat Wail! No immunity to dwell in Ominous! All graves loom to greet The … More Between


Long and heavy-hot, July-Doldrum-Days; Shag hazy thought as staggering, drunk strays; Desperation fraught in scorching-hot-rays! Instinct (not wisdom taught) seeks cool caves. Safe, in a hidden spot! As my long-lost slaves… I reclaim my thought, my icy-blue-memory saves, My present re-caught in isolation my soul craves. Rid of the fiery onslaught! By cool, blue waves… … More Deception

Simple Songs of Truth

Play for me! Strum on silvery strings! Old golden hymns of ancient Truth… Soul calming song, fly on Dove wings! Remind me of all eternity’s worth! Tell me of the miracle only Love brings!   Spirit’s joy, lifted by Heaven’s mirth! Saintly song across the ages still rings… Encircling all of history’s wide girth! Jesus … More Simple Songs of Truth


Mooribound thoughts in grey sliced by a jagged indigo wind! Shatter across the frozen tundra of the mind… Then conclude at the dead end of human wisdom. Gray truth of depression speaking again! Hopeless dry snow! Cold powdered emotion! Stinging the eyes and faces of all daring to come near, Offering the salve of cheerful … More Lost

Winter’s Artist

The budding artist that never quite blossomed into fame is that eccentric old woman. I am her and she is me and the hardest part about being her is accepting her. Once active hands and mind used to create things of beauty now, often lie in rest or are consumed with self-care. However, that eternal … More Winter’s Artist

Benevolent Power

When the cotton flies on a summer day worries melt in the magic of rose bouquets presented by the Walking Stick Cactus. In the heat of sun and full life, time, age, and winter don’t matter. Swirling white cotton floating on the warm wind lifts my fanciful thoughts to go dancing in a summer-time blizzard. … More Benevolent Power


Vapors rise to form clouds and dreams. Most take flight to drift on a pleasant breeze, Then dissipate unremembered. The few give of themselves to the nurturing of green hills; Causing flowers to bloom in bursting color! While others grow, gather, rumble, and flash! Turning day to night under fear’s shadow; Destructive damaging force! Genesis … More Vapors

Survivor’s Prayer

If I am still alive when the bitter cloud passes, may I not I not be found stubbornly clinging to the storm because I’ve adapted myself to misery. Instead, may I celebrate in sunlight as I embrace the sparkling new day the sun reveals. Let me move forward to clean up the damage left by … More Survivor’s Prayer

Primrose Dream

Enchanted by a Primrose dream in June… A perfect dewy morn, Sun adorns! I awake by Meadowlark tune! No summer will I scorn! Take my hand old man, still a honeymoon… Our old love newly born, In every passing season and many a moon! Every wrinkle care-worn, My dear old man hold me and let’s spoon! … More Primrose Dream