A Rhyme Change comes at midnight, When the clock hits its’ peak, The sun sets its’ feet And the shadows creep. It never comes when we think. Change comes after dark. It sits and waits for its’ part In showing this world a new kind of heart, The kind that doesn’t judge, Doesn’t start Assumptions Unsmart, Their closed eyes and closed hearts Show the fear they can’t depart. Change comes slowly, Just like that southern drawl,

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A poem — Generous and kind You lift me up to see The beauty, like a sign That’s all around me Loving and sweet You melt my heart today You reach out and greet Your family here to stay A day in spring We celebrate your life I hear you sing Releasing all your strife…

A poem — Pacing, walking, thinking… Thinking… My eyes turn upwards I see spring! I observe the tulips in full bloom The colors of red and yellow Fade into each other, A mesh of color, Long stems, sturdy, strong Support the blooming petals, Bright colors dazzle the eye… I smell the air, The air…

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A Haiku —

Poetry — Sunny morning, cloudless sky Reaching for the light Playing with my friends outside ’Til the light is night Mountain views upon valley shores Radiating sun Save a glimpse for memories stored Remembering the fun Dare to live in moments passed Want to live in dreams Sometimes feels like life’s too fast Just…

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A poem — A dream that melts into madness That stirs inside the soul Wakes you from your slumber Not quite feeling whole There is no easy answer You never will be full Take a moment to reflect Before the night is dull Slowly reawaken From that sunken dream The light begins to glimmer The…