Poetry ~ The Widow

she feigns a laugh before she cries

a broken heart with no goodbyes

pain and sorrow have burrowed in

her lover's eyes, a face gone dim

oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years

deeply etched lines channel her tears

an empty vessel, she sets course

her sails billow as winds blow north

upon life’s ocean, vast and deep

fate beckons, no time to weep

Poetry ~ The Highlands

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep

where the mist rises to greet the day
and the wind whistles as the aspens sway 

three miles up a washboard road 
that climbs through fields where hay is sowed

green rolling hills where leprechauns gather
where life slows down and time don't matter

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet

Poetry ~ The Passage

some say, the sweetness of time 
is to enjoy its passage
yet i want to harness this moment
and not let go

the past wants me back
the future won’t wait
but here and now is where it’s at

oh, how i will savor

the sweetness of time's passage
with my presence