MY POEMS

The shy of the morning is over and the sun reflects his glory on all. We are to be conquered next week. "What you leave behind is not...

The glow of the sun is gone to night. There is nothing to be done but to take advantage of the cool. "When you do things from your soul,...

As the heat threatens to flatten us, I take advantage of the cool period of the day. The grass is burnt, but the trees continue in their...

The mellow of the heat still pervades the room. The lingering of the day is like a ghost haunting the house, calling out its promise....