Short poem.

A short poem about a rose in a house vase.

A poem for a gloomy morning – One small glimmer of hope from a lonesome poppy.

Coming out of your world precedes forgiveness and renewal. There is always a need for change and revival.

A poem about missing summertime when the cold of winter comes around.

I’m too dense for some things to make sense.

Sunglasses would do.

A dedication to my pet parakeet who recently passed on.

A poem written metaphorically about a human as a delicate flower.

I always stay myself, what about you?