I look out, resigned
to the gray light of dawn ….

Poem of goodbyes.

Dawn gracefully advances with certainty reborn.
Straight up the traveled path
Of Time to meet the Morn.

A great morning in the life of a runner. The experience and ache of running early.

"Only in the Morn does our heart truly feel warm."
S, Logan 2/5/10.

A Poem about my fuchsia.

Poem about a girl who left her home country Cameroon,and trying to find her life in a new land of china…..and yearning for her homeland and family…

Poem written to a picture of a breakfast table with a plate of ‘fried bacon and eggs, tomatoes, with crisp half burnt toast, and a glass of pure red grape juice…

I was awoken again!

The very first poem I wrote back in high school in 1970 inspired from my love of getting up before daylight and going hunting.