Mount Tam

Do you remember that day we climbed

The fuzzy mountain sprung and gay

Upon which the fog rose so near

Never to eclipse the dirt we tread

Out cast the ocean of cloud

Simple and elegant the storms they crowned

Never to behold the sea they had

When the fork lies nearly on the hill

Just across the sea

In red and white it perched so high

So the only symbol the bay stood nigh

But when the fog dissolved

The blue essence of beauty

Glassed in golden the grasses crawl

For on this mountain many moons

To here the animals grow and gloom

As on this trail we tread to fall

Only to me the city stood tall.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.