a love poem

I wanted this love 

to stay young forever

like a bud just breaking

out reaching their arms

up towards the sun

but time waits for no one

our love matures like

our eyes and minds

this love blossoms

like roses in full bloom

the journey takes us

to high and low country

we sometimes got lost

in the mundane roads

or waver when the 

storm clouds take over

yet I still cling to hope

that in our twilight

this love will stay

strong and beautiful

- Written for Writer's Digest 2026 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

no digging

their mornings are always the same

sitting in their familiar chairs

drinking coffee with the same

amount of cream and sugar

he scrolls through his phone 

as she skims through the mail

a no digging notice from the gas

company falls to the ground

- Combination of two prompts: dVerse Quadrille #246: Let's get digging and 2026 April PAD Challenge Day 20

where does love go?

where love goes

when its kiss

grows ice cold

does it sink

like ghost ships

lost at sea

or sleeps in

hearts until

it awakens

- A tricube poem written for dVerse Poetics: Where does love go? and WD's 2026 April PAD Challenge Day 14,

dreamscape

pebbles skip across

serene waters

an orange crush sky

lures me into dreams

I never want to end

but nothing ever lasts

in a blink of an eye

the sky turns slate gray

the tides now recede

revealing bones that

symbolize a past life

- This poem is a combintaion of two prompts:  dVerse Quadrille #245: Writing Down the Bones and 2026 April PAD Challenge Day 6: water poem

false spring

she fell in love with his smile

he was enamored with her eyes

they both held on to hope that

love this time will stick around

but slowly things fell apart

he stopped coming around

she fell into bitterness

their hope withering like 

a blooming rose covered in snow

perhaps they fell in love too soon

maybe they should have waited

for their connection to fully bloom

before taking the deep plunge

- Written for dVerse Poetics: False Spring

in silence

in the silence of a rising sun

I lie in my bed letting

my mind slowly wander

in the quietness of the 

morning sun  I take a breath

thankful for another day

my mind prepares for 

all that awaits me 

when I leave home

- Written for dVerse Quadrille:Shhhhhh.. Quiet, Please!

spanish madre

tall sugar canes were your first memory

home was in the valley of the mountains

eating sweet mangos under a hot sun

rivers nearby where the ladies laundered

every images imprinted as the plan

soared across the Atlantic ocean to

a new home in cold Pennsylvania

middle name and an “h” added by nuns

and English placed on your tongue

recollections of Espanol slowly fade

you have become Americanized

- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Tell Me Your Name