Monday, January 16, 2012


Rain falling softly
Tenderly touching leaves, and
Dancing in puddles

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Saving Grace

Why did you leave?

     I cannot say.

We loved you so.

     From day to day.

We never knew.

     It hides sometimes.

A fatal flaw?

     A word unkind.

You did not say.

     A silent scream.

You did not care.

     Too much it seems.

What could we do?

     No more, no less.

A final word?

     A soft caress.

What then remains?

     A quiet place.

Forgiveness then?

     A saving grace.