~~~ Poetry ~~~
Author About
Boy in Breeches
Fading Flowers
Glorious Spring
Lad That I Was
Pendant
She Who I Love
Soul's Journey
The Answer
The Old Barn
Ode to Father
~~~ Fading Flowers ~~~
Warm afternoon breezesThrough flaming dogwoods,Send streams of desireWandering through the air.
Love found is very sweet.Those three little words,Their worth do not changeLike desire will.
Barefoot lover, natural person,Desire walker, faded flower friend;Simple matter but interesting,Because you see... I am man.
When the glory of dawn endsThe innocent vagabonds despair.Where darkness suddenly descendsBeware mere lonely sparrow.