Her Scent

  My sweatshirt still lingers with her scentPondering what all the flirting meantRemembering the clouds glowing from the lightsSitting on the hood, enjoying her company that nightI can still see her –  with her long blonde hairShe looked so beautiful standing out there

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

Hanging with beach bums & bashful babesSwimming in the surf on late Spring daysColorful flavors poured gently over iceSkin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sandThough she revealed herself to be a SirenCoaxing & teasing me with her demure allureWhispering that I might be a

Tonight We’re Going To Step On Out

    Tonight we’re going to step on out Letting the cool breeze touch our souls Watching the darkness quietly creep in Holding hands as we take gentle pulls The whiskey settles into a familiar burn Nothing remaining but what we are Excluding the day’s negative traits Naturally only wearing the glow from the stars

Sundown Brings On The Reduced Heat

Sundown brings on the reduced heat Wind whispering to sail with the tides Vapors tread quietly upon the feet Decisions enter & thoroughly abide Lonely bird settles down on the rails Experience brings on a sullen glow We cannot escape when life fails Currents grip & provide the undertow

the snow

Street lamps glow reflecting of the snow Life like ice melting away drip by drop Grass withstanding winter emerging to grow Fragile hope resurfaces not ready to stop