Morning quiet, soft as
a whisper,
silently, as it breaks from
the dark.
Lighter and brighter, slowly
the dawning,
shadows receding creep
on the ground.
Sunlight enlightens the
soft subtle colors
as darkness relinquishes it's
hold and night
slips away.

The words hang heavy
over my head,
pressing firmly,
around my neck,
weighing me down
and without uttering a sound,
I drown
in my silence.

May good health and fortune 
surround you. 
May you never worry 
anymore. 
May gloom or bad luck 
ever find you. 
May bad tiding never come knocking 
at your door. 
May you live in a world 
of love and giving, 
and may you never wonder 
why, 
certain people keep on living 
while others - even children have to die. 
May there come a time when all others 
will walk with you in peace. 
May there always be a bright tomorrow 
with no longing for a distant shore. 
May you live with happiness forever, 
and forever more.

A golden globe hangs in the heavens,
meshed among the clouds of grey
while sunlight's reflection, from
tall building, brightens up the early day.
A frosty, cold wind blows across
icy patches, lying in the shade,
on this crispy, clear, sunny morning,
the best day yet that God has made.

Winters coverlet falls silently to the ground
covering all unmoving objects.
Satin puffs, reflect the light from
well lit windows.
Peaceful, restful, seeing the first
snowfall.

Winter's mantle,
frozen crystal,
icy twigs,
encrusted grass.
Leaves, lying
beneath skeletal
trees, flaunting
their nakedness.
Starry diamonds
reflecting light
from a frozen pond.

As I grow old and grow
more bold,
at saying what's on my mind.
Do you suppose that
if no one knows
or that they would be unkind,
to look at me and
expect to see,
an unexpected find,
of talent?

Why must we choose
between two friends,
we both love and trust?

The hurt that is seen,
the pain, that is not,
is hard to understand.

Why those whose love
had been, for years,
now has turned into sand.

May good health and fortune
surround you.
May you never worry
anymore.
May gloom or bad luck
never find you.
May bad tiding never come knocking
at your door.
May you live in a world
of love and giving,
and may you never wonder
why,
certain people keep on living
while others - even children have to die.
May there come a time when all others
will walk with you in peace.
May there always be a bright tomorrow
with no longing for a distant shore.
May you live with happiness forever,
and forever more.

Poets are but a dime a dozen
found throughout our native land,
writing words for those who listen
to the sounds of shifting sand.