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