Maybe The Morning

Maybe the morning Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be You rise a little softer on that day Emerging from a cocoon for me to see Winter blankets fall away like nebulae Taller than is expected from a Belle Not so confident at first light The arching sun; the pillory of hell Stretching in myContinue reading “Maybe The Morning”

The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned

The warmth of the First Coast has returned But the ocean haze is beating out the sunshine Sitting on the boardwalk, cold drink in my hand My love reading me the pages of ‘Dandelion Wine’ Summer hasn’t arrived with its full force In the breeze, the air cool, yet warm for March Sideways glances, thinkingContinue reading “The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned”