Haiku for a snowy evening walk.

Tender young white snow,
An unbroken new canvas
Waiting for footprints.

I walk in the snow.
It is still falling quickly,
Dancing on the breeze.

Snowflakes on my face,
Melting in my eyelashes,
Blessing upturned face.

Behind me footprints
Covered with the falling snow.
I do not exist!

I am all alone
Amid the falling snowflakes.
So much beauty here.

Peacefully reflect
The white falling snow stillness
Silent in my soul.

Virtue

I am innocence.
For whom the longing arms doth reach,
In tombs of silent senseless sleep,
Who slips on by desire's beach,
Upon unknowing's endless deep.

I am purity.
And though I tread the spotted world,
Must pass and see the unclean thing,
Though at me shame and insult hurled,
My hands are clean, I feel no sting.

I am charity.
With endless love for all mankind
Seeking out your better parts
Ever a reason wishing to find
To hold you in the best of hearts.

Arm's distance.

Pleasure to finally meet you sir,
Yes, indeed, a very great pleasure.
I've heard so much about you sir,
I'm very good friends with your mother.
I do hope you had a good trip sir,
This is abominable weather,
But perhaps you took the other way sir,
I hear it's much, much better.
And how is your mother sir?
I heard that she had cancer.
yes, it's a terrible shame sir.
But she'll be well soon I'm sure.
Oh no, I couldn't do that sir.
I wouldn't want to be a bother.

Love's tradition.

On the misty moors at night
When my love rides out of sight
I light a candle on the sill,
To guide him homeward, Please God's will.
The moors are rife with hidden traps
And death on silent black wings flaps.
O'er the moors, but love can see.
My candle calls, "Home, to me."

Dressing up

She wears clear neon jelly bracelets
And pastel plastic barrettes,
Borrowed from her older sister's past.
A dress from when her mom was younger
Puddles around her feet
Which slip around in high heeled shoes
No one wants anymore.
Cast offs, sad and unloved,
Until a child's imagination
Makes them fit for a princess.

A poem about onions.

Oh my spicy sweet onion child,
I love your crazy ways.
And yes I'd rather have you than
A strawberry parfait,
'Cause parfaits are kind of boring
When compared with your complexity.
Oh baby, it's all those layers.
Mmm! So sexy!
Sometimes your sauteed sweet and golden,
Sometimes your fresh, crisp and strong,
But anyway your served up darling,
I could eat you all day long!

To Rae

Dear Rae,

I've figured you out. Our relationship can be better now, because I know what you are. You are the part of me that pushes me to be better, the part of me that doesn't accept failure, the part of me that wants me to succeed. In the past, I've allowed you to take over my mind. I've given you more power than I should have, and that has hurt me. You are critical. You focus in on my faults and I feel unworthy, unloved, unhappy, because I gave you that power.

Rae, I know now how to deal with you. I know that you can be a gentle, guiding force in my life, helping me to make decisions, motivate myself, and become the best person I can be. First we have to set some ground rules. No more focusing on my faults. As soon as your criticisms start tearing down my sense of self, I will shut you out. That's not to say you can't help me see where I might improve, but you must do it gently and quickly. No nagging. Also, when I come with an idea, let's look at it more positively. Instead of immediately telling me how I could fail, let's explore it with the goal of finding out whether it will make me happy, and if it will, how to make it happen.

I look forward to these changes. I look forward to making this a fruitful relationship, and becoming good friends. I am sure that you keen sense of right and wrong and your belief that I can be good at things will be good for me. Thank you. And from now on, you will no longer be Rae, the Root of All Evil, but Ray, the guiding light.

Love, Juliet.