My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Red white and blue Shimmering lights flash Sound blaring local news International twist Internal grind gnawing away At our sense of humanity We may have lost the battle - but we have not lost the war There is always time to shift gears Focus on and revise the plan From head to heart And heart …
Mild winter lack of snow, white luster dulls the senses a chill in the air cuts to the bone leaves of a season past linger gingerly with no place in particular to go a blessing shared on widow's walk fare winds and following seas with all the anticipation of an early spring a sailors dream …
Trilby Yates 