This poem was written as I was watching ominous storm clouds by the riser at our cottage on the river.

The lives of poets are what they learn from and give back, so this is that life.

My love for Sylvia runs deeper than words can say. Like things celestial, she is always there to make my day.

Of a mood upset, to a mood brighten, oh I love the rain its a multimood time.

A cinquain about rain.

A short poem.

A poem written in a stormy night…

You were already gone.

Life can seem bleak when darkness descends.

Three Haikus.