The Red Maple Tree

A single red maple tree stands firm bathing in the sun. It is not planted in a gathering of trees but rather stands as one. Roots burrowed below the grass clinging to the Earth. Passers by spare no glance nor contemplate its worth. Alone in a vast meadow unsheltered, insignificant and small. But born with…

It’s the Sickness

You have his eyes, his touch and his smile But the man I love has been absent now for awhile I cannot show anger, hurt or especially tears I am to swallow down the darkest of my fears On my knees I plead for him to return to me Now which version is here, don’t…