She invites and entices, her frothy skirts
sweep in, then retreat. A temptress , her voice
is

Osteoporosis has stricken the elderly woman sunflower.

Her colossal rusting head-eye so

The sun drops behind the trees,
Wearing colors orange and gold.
I feel the coolness of the

I saw something really beautiful this morning. As
I was driving towards work, the full moon was

The moon rose up full in the sky,
when it heard the sobs of a little dove’s cry.

“What ails

Triremes pull towards
Syracuse, Archimedes
pie-eyed at the moon.
Third-century Corinthian

Sometimes the sun don’t shine
Sometimes the sea isn’t calm
Other times she’s on your mind
And

Honeyed beams of sunlight sing
with a precious petalled touch,
ushering me into Spring,
a season

And now the trees have come alive
with birds. Birds singing!
And Spring has made Blossom his

Sun, birds' songs
Colourful flowers
Blossoms on trees
Happiness, joy,
A new beginning.
Why am I

Shadows reach garden gate,
Bunny searches a sunny spot.
Spring green leaves dance
to the tune of

If I could smoke vitamin D, I would rather. As oxygen gives lively buzzes of life, flooding my

No more rain, maybe fog.
Better get up early to watch
the beautiful sunrise...
Sun intrigues me,

I get up, have breakfast,
watch the sunrise, take pictures.
Drive to another city
in another

Tempting,
awakens memories
of no return.
Beauty of sincerity
excitement of gone days.
Joy

Sunday

Chasing the last rays of sun
like a poem
evolving
out of a limited time
coming

i like to dress for an imaginary girl
(we will meet each other soon) by putting on
a silk tie with

My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind
My travels take me just where
I please I don't

Babe, where's your smile,
Don't be a melancholy child,
Can't you see
That the summer's come?

West London in the sun,
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun

Through precious streets as tender as the night which bears them grace
And luscious heat which

Blessèd light 
Stay a moment longer ‘neath the cloud
Why take such sycophantic flight
To please

You are my sunshine,
my one and only light
in this world
full of darkness

There’s something magical,
when the soft sunlight
filters through the slits in your window,
the

The moon is not as far as we are told;
The universe is not so very old.
The stars are not suns; –

Butterflies. As they fly they never cry
In the sun floating so high.
Even in the night they have