the month of many hearts

I thought I would write about Love
in this month of many hearts
but no good words have found me
despite my many weak starts

Love is like a diamond
Love can be wicked and cruel
Love surrounds each one of us
Love can play you a fool

Love may be too much
for my silly simple words
leave it to stars and flowers and spring
look there and Love can be heard

A Silly Valentine

Roses are red
Jam can be spread
I might have it
on some fine bread

Violets are blue
Gum’s fun to chew
I’m making bad rhymes
Happy Valentine’s to You

😍😍😍

the land and the water

the water falls to land
the land shapes to bowl
the land feels a cradle
does water feel a hole?

she must feel contained
why else make a stream?
designed to escape
how does it seem

to land who gives way
allows the wild flow
water pushes downward
he lets her go

toward the great union
the ocean deep and vast
stream turns to river
as land holds her fast

these two lovers
as they relate
locked in connection
a story, forever great

of her, wild water
of him, solid land
love displayed for all
in caress of sea and sand

The Trite Truth

I love my new grey slippers,
I love a yummy lunch,
I love my Apple Pencil
and iPad really quite a bunch.

That is all just stuff though,
the truth so very trite —
the people in my life
are what truly make it bright.

I’m thankful for the people
who share their life with me.
Each of them is special,
they’ve made me who I’ve come to be.