A journey begun
in fearful trepidation
ends in confidence.

Tomorrow opens,
not like a hotel room door
to a tiny suite.

Tomorrow opens
like a hotel exit door,
the world before you.

Black suit and tie,
you make the world go around,
but you lost yourself.

“Just what would you do
if you could do anything?”
the Devil asked me.

Love seems unhealthy:
jealously, anxiety,
“committed” partners.

Warm your weary heart –
not with hearty food or drink,
but companionship.

Still waters run deep,
but the ever-changing sea’s
unfathomable.

The snow is quite deep,
but the flowers are deeper,
dreaming of the Spring.