Wave after cresting wave, upon tree limbs beached As sunset rays impart last dimming of this day Orpheus and his orchestra in festive...

No one can color-match my complexion. No setting spray can contain the garden of my soul. Daisies and forget-me-nots and pansies peek...

Feeling poetic on a rainy afternoon and seeking to borrow inspiration I took a dusty volume of Shelly, Keats and Byron from the shelf...