fall
golden dark hues
these i choose.

fall
fire red
not dead.

fall
warm orange and yellow
define mellow.

fall
natures way
to glorify gray.

fall
inspired melancholy
radiating beauty.

the thing about rhyming
is all in the timing,
much like a dance
melodically flowing
to the poets creative chance.

HOPE is a word,
a promise of faith
rich and lasting.

To pair it with politics
is disrespectful and cheap,
poor casting.

The Audacity.

we are not defined by color
we are not defined by race
and continuing to do so
only breeds disgrace.

our skin is a mere shell
our  feature's our decor,
when will we all realize
we are made of so much more.

the ignorance of judgement
has no sanity or shame,
while the prejudice in hate
forever fans the flame.

the substance of our goodness
is born within the heart
learning to look inside ourselves
is where we all should start.

i opened my heart
to grace and glory

and the greatest blessings
became my story.

God fills my soul
with love and grace

making my days
at peace with the pace.

I will sing like a songbird on a warm breezy day,
And remember the songs
When the warm breezes stray,
As our God of mercy
When souls darken and hide,
Sun, songbirds and breezes
He will always provide.

The first day of spring
I sat in the swing
And listened to
The birds sing
And it was
A beautiful thing.