New Poems

where shadows whisper secretsto the dewdrops on the grass,there stands a dandelion,unassuming, golden-bright,being only what God meant it to be. not the noble rose,nor the stately oak,but a humble sunburst,not cultivated but scattered by the breeze.a million seeds of possibility,being only what God meant it to be. children’s wishes and wild imaginings,held in its frail,… Read more