January Beautiful Poems

You say you're old, but I don't see it
Your wrinkles are just lines of wisdom
Your hair is not gray, but silver
Your eyes are not dull,...

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Lorine and Jerome were sitting in a tree
Both starry-eyed and talking profusely

Jerome turned to Lorine and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Lorine turned back smiling and...

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Love—
not only a word
but a feeling in our hearts.
A flame that never dies
and a bond that never parts. 


*I wrote this poem on January 22,...

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If January was a person,
they would be a force of nature.
Relentless and unforgiving,
but also, beautiful and full of life.

January would be the type of person
who...

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Snowflakes gently fall
Covering the world in white
A silent beauty


*I wrote this poem on January 15, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January...

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Roses are red, or purple, or pink
an artistic palette in colors that link.
Petals unfurl in radiant hues
a vibrant symphony—amor’s untamed muse.

Red blossoms, a fiery embrace
passion...

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In golden hues that dance upon the land,
the radiant light, a painter’s delight.
A symphony of colors, hand in hand,
illuminate the world, both day and night.
A...

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There's this love for you and I
underneath the evening sky
where true friendship never dies.

There's this bond for both of us
deeper than a one night's lust,
the...

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Destiny
Any movement
In thought or deed
Gives direction.
To what will be?
So, nothing of thought
Nothing of deed
Will I cease to alter?
What was to be?
My destiny
When I awake
A second...

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How exciting; first appreciable (healthy) snowfall 2024...

within hinterlands of 
Perkiomen Valley Pennsylvania 
occurred January 6th promptly at noon.

Virgin whiteness blankets terrestrial realm
bajillion snowflakes tumble out...

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	GREEN DAY – revisited
     Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated,...

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Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so...

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Trumpet vines, in tangerine and cherry,
Softly whisper to those souls who know –
bell shaped blooms, so bright and merry.

Morning glories in purple, blue and berry,
Delicate...

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All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are...

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I had leaned on the bar of the balcony, when suddenly
My eyes and my mind have captured, from far away
A silhouette creeping down the steps...

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