when the enchantment ends

I sometimes think back

to my childhood days

when all seemed easier

and the world still held

enchanting dreams

and then you grow up 

watching the magic fade 

into responsibilities,

difficult life decisions and 

the passage of time that brings 

many hellos and goodbyes

- Written for dVerse Quadrille#221: Some Enchanted Poem

what lies within truth

I have been writing poetry for years

I dye my hair constantly

I sometimes second guess my decisions

I loathe all politics

Covid has dampened my traveling muse

I am always the life of the party

I still have hope in this crazy world

- Written for dVerse Poetics: April Fools

time

time

is the train that you always

seem to be chasing

time

is the blooming flowers that

in time will wither away

time

is the laughter of children

a reminder of youthful days

time

is the deep ocean waves

that carry us far and away

time 

is a kiss sparking a love story 

you never want to end

- My attempt at dVerse Poetics: Personifying The Abstract

engraved memories

there are memories 

that are fleeting 

and others engraved 

into the brain

I remember my first kiss

the guy who broke my heart

but I can’t recall what 

I wore last Tuesday 

or the name of the last song 

I heard on the radio

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #220

spring's arrival

spring arrives with a sigh

winter’s shadows still linger on tree limbs

the sun’s kisses hold promises

- Written for Writer's Digest Poetry Prompt #735 .  Also sharing with dVerse Open Link Night

three poems

 I.

“if I give you my heart”

if I give you my heart

will you cherish it for eternity

or toss it aside like junk

that will soon have no use

II.

“storm clouds”

when the storm clouds gather

my lonesome eyes turn to you

my serenity among the darkness

that now surrounds us all

III.

“among the flowers”

among the fields of flowers

I find my peace within

clear blue sky comforts me

and no longer am I afraid

- These poems were inspired by images posted for dVerse Poetics: Monopoly with a Twist

return to my arms

I have been waiting for you

to return to my arms

through autumn leaves

and fallen snow

the birds sing with

the arrival of spring

as I sit and wait

in the distance 

the owls hoot under stars

my heart still clings to hope

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #219: A Poetic Hootenanny