Posted in Poetry

All of time

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

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

Posted in Photography, Poetry


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.