the waitress...

I find her beautiful
as she serves the people around her.
Some may say she is too round
and too plump, the girl should loose a few...
But I see the weight she carries is the weight of joy
and the blessing of a smile.
She grins and chats as though all are her friends.
No one is "just" a customer.
She seems to greet each as special
and as individuals.
The woman glows,
even as she carries trays of debris away...
the spirit shines through.

miss scarlet...

crimson bursts upon my scene.
i want to paint my world red.
call me miss scarlet and i have done it...
in the car with my camera.

if i could, i'd pick up a paint brush
and color all the trees red.
i would make the sky a moody grey...
to set off the scene of crimson sea.
the leaves would rattle and billow
all around the path of charcoal grey.
dark greens and yellow-orange would be mere detail
to the stunning splattering of red.
but if my world was scarlet would it still be so stunning?


Autumn...let your hair blow
shake you tendrils down
crimson waves of luster
let sun set them on fire...


like chai tea before the fire
all the spices blend as one
they set my tongue to desire
come, cold spells....
come...

crimson shades of fall...