Angels On The Clouds
Outlined against the blue so very deep
With bare feet planted firmly on the clouds
The angels furled their robes in glorious sweep.
They graced the sky with multitudes, their proud
A Blanket Of White
Quiet were the fields in winter white
Silent were the songs of every bird.
Bemused, creation watched the jeweled snow
Come gently, thickly falling, scarcely heard.
Nocturne X, My Ancient Stone
All alone on an ancient stone
Lost in the setting of the sun,
The sound of hoofs-the rider has come
Up to the door of my rooms.
A Single Poem
Many poets only have one work
Known and remembered after they are gone
The Mona Lisa overshadows all
And many one-time sculptors stand alone.
A Little Dance Music
I played one day a nice Swiss dance
For Rita and her girls.
Rita jumped up and grabbed their hands
And pulled them into swirls.