Poetry

  horse straddled saddle  riding cowboy into ground spurs reversed planning

5-7-5   Picture a clothesline Mothers voice calling again White sheets – drifting breeze

After years of saving for the Dream Vacation…

A pecking was heard upon a windowpane, and four winds blew, and four did bend, warping wood, as it twists me home, dry…

    I sit from afar poetry springs from deep wells Thunder Shouts’ Downpour  Turkish coffee sipped mornings a sunrise away  in another…