Waltzing stars whirl

Centripetally into

silver linings

A Scintilla

Of elegance dances within

Thorns of roses

Styles of Symmetry

Aline our lives in glorious,

Symmetries of Style

The shores above slept

soundlessly, tranquilized by

tickling summer rays

Petals kiss the ground

Shackles imprison the sun

Fireflies divide

Perfectly aline

Snow sublimes from filtered skies

Perfectly aline  

Like carbonate

 to oxalate the Whyda

dissipates

Incandescent serpents  

Like mermaids without a clue,

Swirl in a blue hue

Stirling Strawberries

Serenade, as acorns fall

blossoming lively

Footprints in the sand

Washed away by hungry waves

Imprint again

Dainty Delphiniums

Promenade springtime melodies

Kaleidoscopically  

Not even a secret

from the whispering wind was

told tonight

Liquid little pebbles

Live in a world of mysteries

Still fall from the trees

Wishful wishes whisper

Watercolored Wanderers

Wanting Wanderlust

My Six Word Narratives 

Lions Roar. Wolfs howl. Humans… Cry.

Brilliance, built through smoldering ashes, subsides.

Take a story, create a novel.

We dance between the weeping willows.

Dark Roast. Without Thinking. Made Two. 

Feathers still fly on mountain sides

Stared into deaths eyes. With Life.

Close Your Eyes. You Won't Survive

Etched in stone I carved - Dad.