"…It was hard to know what to say to somebody like that." Sonya Hartnett, The Ghost’s Child.

Poetry.

A poem about the past and memories.

The view from my window.

A description of aging, looking back on one’s life in contemplation. The old man "sitting at his windowsill" is also a symbol of contemplation and reflection of the character. There is also a definite and deliberate connection to nature, as there is reference to autumn.

Fall Poem.

I live in the mountains of New Mexico and I love to see the Aspens change color this time of year!

Another haiku from my collection.

Have you ever gotten lost in the beauty of fall (autumn)?
Or the feeling of falling in love?

A poem comparing seasons to life.