in the reaches of lusty ferns

over moss quilted floors

beneath brilliant jeweled skies

caressed by feather breezes

the tender touch of love’s hand

holds together fragile moments

to make with it a bowl

collecting the morning dew

of many yesterdays past

sprayed with purple sunlight

held sweet to your lips

with longing, hope enduring

full of passion’s nectar

walking naked again

in the pink light of day

butterfly soft upon the earth


Photography by: Anthony Berenato Jr.


Green-eyed Jamie,
blond at three
runs to climb
most every tree,
beneath each rock
finds mystery
held up high
for all to see.

Laughing, playing,
wind and free,
the gentleman-rides
upon my knee
fills his mind with
train robbery,

Brown-eyed Sarah
loves to play
with ponies and
faeries everyday,
such dainty flowers,
picked in May,
she carefully places
in pots of clay.

Muses that she
would like to stay
within the words
that fly away
into musical winds
of yesterday,
a poet, a painter
some might say.

Black-eyed Gareth,
you should know,
loves the days of
naked skies on
hills of snow,
where sleepy angel
wings do flow.

On purpled mornings
off he’d go
bundled up tight
from head to toe,
into a flurried,
white, lacy show
though bitter winds
do whip and blow.

Grey-eyed Samuel,
lil’ puddin’ pie,
rolls in red leaves
as they fly,
swirling, dancing,
slicing sky
a touch of mischief
in his eye.

Giggles quietly,
a wee bit shy,
he’s a happy
pun’kin guy,
as shedding trees
in breezes sigh,
so does he when
winter is nigh.

– Previously published August 1994 in: Coming to the Crossroads

hiking to the springs

Five years later

lost tales


Sand Castle By: Suzuko

not too long upon
a once only time
somewhere very
near to home
an old fairy tale
was torn away
where castles
were only sand
no prince heroic
to your side
nor princess
waiting on a kiss
more occupied by
immediate demands
did each turn from
the other bemused
for both had their own
privy raging dragons
to slay whom laid
upon their mind.