In the soft light Of morningA rose bud unfurls,Uncurls,Untwirls,Into swirls Of soft vanilla satin.
White Rose Swirl
Pink, Red, White
Apple,Your pink satin holds aBlush of deep red andTraces of spring's pale green.Apple,Your red dress hides Underclothes lacelessOver flesh of snowy white.Apple,Your inner core holdsTreasures of future trees inBrown capsules of seeds.
Glass Horses
Their hooves are poised but Cannot gallopTheir heads down,They do not toss their frozen manesNor flick their flowing tailsThe glass horses stand guard over booksOn my shelvesAll showThey are unable to whiny or neighStill they glimmer and shimmer And reflect the colors and lights that Surround them.
What’s Good About Home! 