Poetry

Arise each morning from a good night’s rest, to work the early zone, my creative best. Start each day well-fed, well-meant, and every hour, live the moment. Write daily to deep thought, illuminating places like dark corners and untapped graces. Be physical daily without easy excuses, through walks, exercises,

Winter I fear the cold the kind that’s deep; preserves or kills, while fast asleep. Yet as the snow settles down from sky, my mind finds peace without knowing why. Pure white innocence lingering pleasantly, is but a ruse to fool us presently. The wind that’s harsh is