she

pretty woman

our little mid-western

town was truly blessed

the day she was born

she was beautiful

inside and out

so beautiful

that the other girls

weren’t even jealous

it was beyond that

she made them feel

proud to be her friend

proud that their kind

had produced such

an exquisite creature

her radiant smile

could reach out

and cure illness

every single person

she had ever met

instantly loved her

ached for her

she was so gorgeous

that shy boys ran

her angelic radiance

enveloped our town

and we thrived

but the day came

when she looked west

west, where her and

her kind belonged

she moved out to L.A.

and somehow

we went on in our

little farming town

but it was never

the same

Colors

colors

a goblet full of blushing wine

a ripened pumpkin on the vine

the sunlight glinting off the sands

the patchwork quilt of farming lands

the azul claro overhead

the sky after the sun has fled

lilacs ooze a sweet bouquet–

we see these colors every day

our love of color never ends

we love our earth, we love our friends

Fall

fall

the grass-fed fleet of mowers stilled

the bright red leaves of maples spilled

our chilly little town is filled

with sounds of schoolyard play

and yet my favorite part of Fall

is not the leaves nor children’s call

but just the simple fact that all

mosquitoes go away

Ice Dream

frozen earth

One day the sun just disappeared

We knew not where it went

And as we searched the blackened sky

Our local space unbent

The Earth was hurled into space

Our journey had begun

And so we sailed the icy void

To find another sun

And frozen deep in cryo-sleep

We slipped the cosmic stream

And one day thawed and woke to find

It all had been a dream