Posted in Poetry

All of time

Time abstract,
defined within
measured by
feelings
thoughts
anticipation,
long enough to tell
we love or rush.

Measured by passing
seasons
sun, moon and stars
flow -never harnessed
a sphere.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

Dandelion

Oh so rare
a heart that takes you in
a bouquet for mother
your rubbing a yellow chin
she will be happy
you skip two beats
a hop, a jump
you run. Mother
I love you so
please do not hesitate
love me for who I am
and not what you expect.
I need you to see me                     with mutual respect.