I’m sitting in candlelight 
aside the fireplace thinking 
as I watch the sunset 
behind the mountains wondering 
with something as beautiful 
and as simple and 
as wonderful and astonishing 
as a sky that 
turns from white to 
yellow to pink to 
orange to blue to 
darker blue to navy 
blue and then midnight 
blue and finally black 
I do not understand 
how this turns into 
sadness and sarcasm and 
misery and despair and 
so many other horrible 
things that prevents them 
from ever seeing this 
and it breaks my 
heart that they can’t 
but maybe one day 
they will maybe tomorrow 
because the sun always 
comes back around again 

Having had none 
in recent memory 
I find some 
tucked in pocket 
just behind lint
down deep inside 
a crinkled treasure 
even a maybe
could be probably 
will but not 
and from behind 
my eyes cracked 
with age squinting 
I try to 
make out see
what if anything 
this memory was 
then I write 
just that here
what oh what 
will I do 
then the day
that day when 
I have emptied 
all my pockets 

*smile smile giggle*
my face says 
betraying my glee
my face the
traitor it is
says too much 
how I wish
that I had 
any icy face
absent from feelings 
but melt it
does over again 
maybe then once
I would win
at this card
game we are
but alas my
face says otherwise 
being the loser 
before the winner 
of your kiss 

Why coffee says morning 
I don’t really know 
toothpaste while certainly a
morning routine doesn’t say
eggs toast and bacon 
well they don’t either 
not even a hot
shower says much but 
mmm and ahh so 
why does that first
hot sip of coffee 
scream of good morning 
that’s a good question 
says everything else in
pantry refrigerator and house
what about the rest
of us who sit
patiently waiting for use
oh I say you 
are just like me 
often overlooked for something 
creamy hot packing punch

I have been moving 
like a rolling tumbleweed 
for so many years 
after my marriage ended
once roots are ripped 
from one’s life’s earth
there is no where 
to be so roll
you do on and
on over and under 
until at last you 
stop or something stops
for me it was 
the Rocky Mountains for 
they’re bigger than me 
and in Denver I 
took root once again 
finding the fertile ground 
of my own happiness 
and of peace serenity 
harmony of heart and 
the love of friends