in search of spring

my heart yearns for the view

of blooming flowers

under the blue sky

my skin yearns for the touch

of a warm spring sun

instead, frozen snow greets

me at the front door

frigid air brushes against my face

a reminder, winter still lingers

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #241: Swearing by all Flowers

enchanting eyes

enchanting eyes

caught mine

they shimmered like moonlight in winter

I fell in love too quickly

hearts split

love faded

not memories

- Written for dVerse Poetics: The Smile in a Simile.  The poem is written in trinet poetry form that I'm experimenting with.  Find out more about this form here at Writer's Digest

mind trip

my mind wants to take a trip 

away from all the chaos - 

frigid winters, cutthroat politics,

the new volatility of American news

I just want my face to 

bask in the warm sunshine

let the body relax without

worrying about what comes next

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #240-: Fill, Zip, Trip

eat cake

rumor has it that Marie Antointette

told peasants to eat cake,

spurring a revolution

if someone told me to eat cake

I would happily oblige

but at my age I know such

sweet indulges would go

straight to my hips and thighs

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #770 which asks for a food poem.  This is second poetry prompt response for today. 

sevenling: snow

as a child snow meant

no school, making a snowman

and hot chocolate drinks

as an adult snow means

slow drivers, shoveling sidewalks

and interrupted schedules

but fresh snow’s beauty never fades

- Written for dVerse Poetics: New Year Snow.  First of two posts today from different prompts. 

wine and roses

there was a time

your smile would

light up my room

the beauty of your 

eyes pulled me 

into a dream

these were the days

when love seemed

so simple

but in truth,

we learned that true 

love is not always 

wine and roses

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #239: Smile

happy now?

are you really happy now

that you got everything

your heart desired

will you be content 

with life, or will you 

just find something 

else, or someone else

to complaint about

instead of enjoying

the fruits, you will 

singing the blues 

like Connie Francis 

asking who’s sorry now?

- Written for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #768