MY POEMS

Set in our own scene, where do we lie? In portrait or landscape our life is inspected by all. "Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the...

The hustle and the bustle of the day continues as it's slow hot pace. "Heaven has appointed us dwellers on earth a time for all things."...

The heat stills upon the ground and we all slow down. "It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view."...