Poetry. Sometimes the days of fairy dust, / wishful wells and shooting stars, / love-filled ballrooms with chandeliers, / all but wither away and disappear.
Poem number 719. A thought on the change of seasons. What will you find?
POETRY. In the lemony sunshine, / under the olive trees, / dance the peach cobbler fairies, / and caramel honeybees.
POETRY. A special girl called Jesse is the inspiration behind this poem.
Poetry. An ocean poem came to me in the middle of winter.
Saltwater mazes I walk barefoot.
Slip-slide on seaweed rock—careful of sea urchins...