Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Butterflies wake up
And flutter through the day,
In and out of lives,
In and out of dreams.
The world’s burdens
Hang on their wings
And fall far away.
Words of a thousand poets
Drift along on the butterfly.
Its wings allow imaginations to soar.
They let us live forever.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Bayou Morning

Where the trees
Drape over the murky waters,
The winds caress the moss.
The cicada chorus grows
Louder, louder, louder,
Then silence and begin again.
Along the bank,
The blue heron stands majestically,
Peering across the rippling water.
The early morning reflects the light
On the teardrop dew,
Opening its eyes to the day.