Poem: Christmas Rondeau

The winter season is here
Dark and cold and white
Where the wind bites
The travelers this time of year

Poem: Winter Sleepers

sleepers hang frozen
on icicle dreams melting
to snowy slumber

Poem: Melpomene Muse of Tragedy

When the sun of my life was shining
The ink on my quill was bone dry
The words on paper had vanished
Under a tongue wet with drink
Flowing with boisterous laughter
Fates must have known I strayed

Musing: May Retrospective

May Retrospective