Setting sun that blazes
Resting on the ridge
My spirits lift-to you I sing
For the blessing that you bring.
I Am
I am the light that flickers luminous, upon the rippled water
I am the gentle breeze that tickles the nape of your neck
I am the happy smile of a child singing a riddle
I am the billowing clouds that roll across the very top of the mountain pines
I am the fiery glint of a reflection of the rising sun across the valley
I am the dog's white mane ruffling as she runs, full out
I am a baby’s gentle sigh
I am the hand of a friend slipped into yours during prayer-eyes shut.
I am the moon as it lingers.
An Ode to P.B.
Peanut butter covers all bases
It soothes hunger pangs and sticks smartly
to young children’s faces…
Craving for creaminess it all but erases-
P.B.
It’s nifty
And it’s fine
It is
the peanut divine.
Tho’ oft not alone
With Jelly atop the throne
Of bagels
And of toast
P.B’s the most-
P.B.
When payday is ahead, looming far
You search the fridge for a single jar…
On plain saltines, it’s above par-
P.B.
For sealing letters-
Whoever knew?
It sticks to me
It sticks to you
P.B. shampoo?
No, that won’t do!
P.B.
Can it stop a leak?
Repair your car?
Ol’ George Washington Carver
Rightfully made it center star.
It took him far…
P.B.
Has it been
In outer space?
How many starlets sagging faces
Has it graced?
And could it heal
The human race?
P.B.
P.B. elixir-
It’s on T.V.
P.B. in your gas tank?
It just can’t be!
And that boo boo
There, on your knee…
Just rub
P.B.
This artwork is my mother's. It touches my heart. (So gentle.) A thoughtful depiction of something sweet, tiny, and cute. 'Wa...