In Minnesota, we say there are two seasons ‐
Labyrinth
He twisted her and turned her round,
Led her deep into the maze.
Until no trace of home was found.
She circled, wandering in a daze
Is There a Word?
My Mentor
Happy Valentines day to all my visitors and especially to my mentor, my best friend, my husband Ed.
The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well
Boone
15
double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.
Apple Tree Tale
A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly
Telling the Tale of Sound
Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —
You Are the Life of My Love
I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
Rose Colored Day
The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.