the most beautiful painting in the world
happened to be just
outside my home
and not surprisingly
in the shape
of a large magnolia bud
*
no words needed
we may not speak
the same language
dearest rain
but somehow we seem
to always
understand one another
*
now pick up those pom-poms
the world doesn’t need
another critic
it desperately needs
another cheerleader
*
because i do
do you ever feel
overwhelmed
when the sky
turns bright pink
as the night
draws near
*
a poem for the bereaved
may these words
walk alongside you
like a close friend
and when the tears
fall from your cheek
may each letter
carry your grief
*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #20