February Boredom--By Charlotte Zuzak--United States

February Boredom

The February rain beats angrily against
the red, brick house,
as gray sky defies nature and seasonal change.
Lights within the house glow through the windows
like eyes with weighty curtains as lids,
a somnolent appearance, reflecting the day,
everyone's mood.
A day of nothing until time to
give thought to evening repast: pizza or
grilled cheese sandwiches?
The washing and ironing can wait, ennui
weighs heavily.
CNN and depressing news, One Life to Live--
no way!
A day to sleep and forget, join the bear
in hibernation.

Charlotte Ann Zuzak received her BA degree from Albion College and her MA from the University of Michigan in foreign languages. She taught Spanish for several years on both the high school and college levels. She has always been involved with music, namely piano and organ. Charlotte worked with voice students as an accompanist, and also as a church organist. She has been involved in writing starting in grade school when she wrote short stories and poetry. After she quit teaching she returned to her love of writing. With her husband, a retired university dean, she has traveled extensively in Europe, Russia and the United States. Charlotte and her husband have a daughter who is a medical doctor in Bethesda, Maryland.

A Broken Monoku (form)--By Ralph Stott--England

the town sleeps at night

...........the city lives the dream.


Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters.  He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called Twist and Twist Again, which is a collection of Twister poems, a form he created.

People Are For Lovin'--By Sara Kendrick--United States

People Are For Lovin'

Birds sing unpremeditated art
On this warm gray winter's day
People are for lovin' things are for use
Sing birds sing broadcast it don't dismay

Birds sing morn's verse, do you hear their song
Tell this new generation
Things are for use, people are for lovin'
Not to be used but for admiration

Birds sing unsung lovely melody
Unrehearsed tune in time sing
People are for lovin', things are for use
Listen hear the sound as they upswing

Birds sing back and forth to each other
When will humans ever learn
Things are for use, people are for lovin'
Maybe today is the day of turn

Sara Kendrick married young and had a family soon after. After her last child went to school, she decided to pursue her GED. A gentlemen who worked with the GED program encouraged her to enroll in college.  She worked part time and cared for her family in addition to her studies. She graduated from Mercer University. Several years ago, after a health crisis, she started writing poetry. 

Falling Rain--By Linda Hurdwell--England

Linda Hurdwell

Falling Rain

Raindrops glisten on nature's leaves
Tears from a lonely lover
I gently swab them with my sleeve
Like a tender, caring Mother

Raindrop tears inside our hearts
Cleansing all our love
Our souls are free as showers depart
With spirits from above.

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years.  She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published.  Although now a pensioner,  she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week.  Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.

haiku--By Patricia Nolan--United States

my best friend
unravels my old
slippers

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gleaners
empty my life - mind
yard sale

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August
in the deer blind
shooting film

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cottonwood leaves
shifting in the wind
fractals

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birds hear
birds answer
prayers on wings

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Patricia Nolan serves as coordinator for the Haiku Society of America Plains & Mountains Region. She is a member of Poetry West in Colorado Springs. She paints sumi-e (Japanese ink painting), also works in oil, pastel, and acrylic and writes poems in several Asian forms, as well as other poetry, essays, and outdoor articles. Western rivers, mountains, and trails provide most of her inspiration.

Aurora--By Phyllis Babcock--Canada

 Aurora

 She danced across the heavens
 Whirling and twirling in delight
 She slid up and down creating images
 With delight she colored the sky
 She made no sound as she moved
 She sculpted as she danced
 Unique patterns unfolded
 the heavens became her canvas
 colors became more vibrant
 Her colors changed with each breath
 She danced merrily for hours on end
 Until the final curtain was drawn
 With the up coming dawn.

Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on Poetry.com and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.

Irish Rover Dream--By Robert Hewett Sr.--United States

Irish Rover Dream

I’m a Rover from the cliffs of Dover,
My red-haired true-love I am bound to see.
I’ve traveled this land and sailed the Ocean,
Wild adventure has a strong hold on me.
Oh, wish me well lads, drink to my true-love,
Skipping through Heather waiting there for me.
I’ll find me a way to be by her side
Before it snows us in on Christmas Eve

Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"

A Lighter Burden--By Pam H. Murray--Canada

A Lighter Burden

All those dead leaves on the lawn,
Memories of what has gone,
Gathered in a pile today.
I hope the sadness drifts away

Like mists that gather riverside
And all surprises that they hide.
I want to sit alone again
And listen to the early rain

Without the tears that we now share.
Dead leaves have fallen everywhere.
But, look, a light shines through the trees.
I feel its warmth that ends the freeze

I might not dance for joy today
But light has touched the shades of grey
And I have hope that time will be
A lighter burden touching me.

Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s.  She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson.  Pam has been published in a variety of venues.  Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada.  To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind.  Writing and crocheting are her passions.

Youth--By Connie Marcum Wong--United States

Youth

Youth, ah that most beautiful butterfly. . .
evolving from chrysalis into the most
delicate creature, flitting freely to and fro,
alighting upon fragrant flowers that
capture their eyes with vibrant colors.
You don't see them attracted to fading blooms.
Most proclaim it is impossible to return to
youth—yet I see the youth of my mother
in my daughter's sweet smiling face.
If we are diligent, youth may become distilled
in the mind, captured forever by memory and
faded photographs now photo/shopped into
their once brilliant shades of black and white!

Connie Marcum Wong has been the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum “Poetry for Thought” since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years. She published her first poetry chapbook, Island Creations in 2005. In 2007, Heart Blossoms was published. In January 2010, an anthology, A Poetry Bridge to All Nations, was published by Lulu Enterprises, Inc. Connie created the 'Constanza' poetry form in 2007 and Con-Verse form in 2010. She has resided with her husband in Hawaii since 1980.

Stories--By Jack Clubb--United States

Stories

My life is in the middle of its story.
I know the beginning,
But I don't yet know the ending.
I press against the pages,
I caress them,
But I still can't tell you
Much about the story itself.

Am I telling the story,
Or am I in the telling of the story?
Who are all the people I encounter?
Why did they enter my life?
What have they to do with me?

Perhaps at the end of life,
I will understand the story better,
And yet my life is only my story.
Endless stories are being told at the same time.
Our stories rub against each other,
They touch each other,
And yet each tale is separate
And complete and whole,
And in its own way, wonderful.

Jack Clubb has had short stories published in publications such as Black Creek Review, Coffee-Ground Breakfast, The Magic of Words, Northern Stars, Opinion Magazine, Rockford Review, Sunrise, The Taylor Trust, and Voices From The Valley. He has also had several hundred poems published in the United States, the United Kingdom, and India. Jack is grateful every time an editor gives one of his poems an opportunity to sing or gives him the opportunity to tell a story as he writes feverishly from his century-old house at the foot of the Silver Lake Hills in Los Angeles.

Senryu--By Joseph S. Spence, Sr.--United States

Senryu

Grits, bacon, eggs, tea…
Thanks I give for you and me;
Hot home biscuits?—Wow!

Joseph S. Spence, Sr. is the author of The Awakened One Poetics, and co-author of two other poetry books. The Awakened One Poetics won 2nd place in the Critters Writers Workshop 2009 Best Author’s Pool. Spence invented the Epulaeryu Poetry. His writings have appeared in numerous anthologies. He is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, and is a recipient of the 2006 Poetry Ambassador Medal from The International Library of Poetry. He is a member of various honor societies. www.TheAwakenedOnePoetics.Com.

Spend Time--By Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson--Canary Islands

Spend Time

The most important expenditure is time
So don’t be afraid to make it
It doesn’t cost you anything
It’s absolutely free
So make and spend
It liberally
Together with loved ones
On holiday just sat
Or at home quietly
Taking time to chat
Making moments to treasure
Spending time is all it will take
On this most important expenditure
That won’t the bank break

Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson is a coal miner’s daughter, the only girl among 6 lads. A young mother to a son, she became a widow before she turned 18. Patricia, then, married her childhood sweetheart who fathered her lovely son and two wonderful daughters. Her children encouraged her to pursue her own talents. After 51 years of marriage, she became a widow again recently. She fills her time with poetry, helping others whenever she can.

Editor's note--Patricia Ann Farnsworth (APF Publisher) has designed and published many books for others. She published both Snippets and Whispers. She is also the owner of The Writers and Poetry Alliance. Thank you Patricia for all you do for others in the writing community.

Winter’s Storm--By Yvonne Sparkes--England

Winter’s Storm

How silently the snowflakes fall,
In darkness they appeared,
New winter blankets, white and tall,
Each plant wears hat and beard.
A covering like fondant cream,
Whipped by those winds on high
An Angel cake, that looks serene,
Without the wings to fly.
Silence covers all the land,
now that the winds have ceased,
And where the snow has blown and lands,
The rifts, like waves, have creased.
On virgin snow, no footprints lay,
Where man and beast have pressed,
Soon with the onset of new day,
Are patterns all have dressed.
The dream of nature’s canvas new,
One cold, dark, winter’s night,
Shows she alone is artist true,
Gives joy for man’s delight.

Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes,  immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents.  She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons.  She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images.  A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain.  She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.

Gift of Words--By Karen O'Leary--United States

Gift of Words

bright
views
connect
poetry friends,
entwining
their lives with hope

Thank you to everyone that has contributed poetry and commented on others' poems.  I appreciate your help in making Whispers the encouraging site I hope it will be.  Best wishes to all of you with all your writing endeavors.---Sincerely, Karen

Karen O'Leary is a freelance writer/editor from West Fargo, ND.  Her poetry, short stories, and articles have been published in a variety of venues.  She released her first book of poetry in 2011 called Whispers... published by A.P.F. Publisher.  Their second project, Snippets...an anthology of short verse, contains poetry from 73 talented writers from across the world and was released in 2012.  Karen is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and the Haiku Society of America.

Hesitation at the Iris--By Debra J. Harmes-Kurth-- United States

Hesitation at the Iris

It’s not how dusty are the feet
that move in dance when souls meet;
nor aged feathers lost from wings,
but ancient quill that softly sings
hinting of hidden magic things.

As falling leaf upon the bank
sits and rots where cities sank;
stars fly through the cosmic gate,
as drops of dew on iris wait
for one to stop and hesitate.

It’s not a song that's heard by all
for few know it's quiet call
of gentle muse or ash that's charred,
this path so long and often hard
'tis but the journey of the bard.

Debra J. Harmes-Kurth currently resides in Milton, West Virginia. Debra was owner/editor of the poetry quarterly Art With Words, and writes a weekly column on poetry for two local newspapers since July, 2004.  Most recently published in the Cabell Record, Putnam Democrat, Art With Words, HeArts Desire, HerStory, New Beginnings, Mobïus, Coal a Poetry Anthology, complied by Chris Green of Marshall University, and printed by Blair Mountain Press, Porter Gulch Review, New Beginnings, HIMS, The Moon, and was the featured writer in Digging an Eclectic Poetry Anthology.

On a Winter’s Night--By John W. (Bill) Williams--United States

On a Winter’s Night

I love walking in Nature’s silence,
On a winter’s night
Where moonbeams paste shadows
Across stretches of white…

John W. (Bill) Williams is a retired language arts and children’s literature educator.  He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy with his art and poetry.  He has been published in a variety of venues.

Nature's Hiccups--By Anna-Marie Docherty--Wales

Nature's Hiccups

I thought I heard a hiccup
From a pigeon in my vine
Then noticed first the white grapes
Then the red we use for wine
Had disappeared without a trace
Though yesterday at tea
They were fat juicy round and sweet
Ready to be picked today by me
Then as I studied further
It was to my surprise
I found several berry drunk pigeons
Cooing right before my eyes!

Anna-Marie Docherty lives in Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK and is often inspired by nature and the world around her. Having been writing poetry now for 4 - 5 years, her works have developed in structure and form as well as using free verse in her writing as she walks this endless art form and creativity in her thirst to further learn. Letting the pen and the muse dictate topic and form both humour, religion, nature or the serious subject might be touched upon therefore keeping the writing fresh and easy to read by those who follow. Writing both as given name above and pen name anaisnais through the net, examples of poems can be found both in Snippets, an anthology of short verse by various international poets, compiled by Karen O'Leary and Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson; also Pink Panther magazine, an anthology written by several poets and artists on feminist issues in our environment and various poems on the internet for taster.

Catch 22--By Brian Strand--England

Catch 22

a window pane shatters

nobody makes a home run

Poetry Form--Spaces: 
Spaces is an Imagist form with an 'unwritten middle line', left to the reader's
imagination to complete.

Brian Strand has created short poetic forms including 'broken monoku' (a
haiku variation) and 'footle' (a trochaic monometer with witty, topical, etc themes)
and Captioned Cartoon, an Ekphrasis combining his art and poetic interests. He has published a seven kindle ebook series Poetic forms; A Strand of Verse; My Choice Strand Verse; A Strand Guide; Christianity Explained; A Strand critique; and Captioned Cartoon Ekphrasis. Brian has written nearly 200 Amazon reviews and is a Wiki poetry and art editor.

Cairns Library--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand

Cairns Library

The man is looking for a book
With eyes keenly flicking
Across the myriad rows
His shirt is soaked in the intense heat
He looks at me
The look I know so well
Stating so clearly that the
wanted book has yet to be composed

I say to him not only has it not
been written : it is not yet conceived
There's no-one alive who knows
Except myself and thee
And we are both shadows
With no reality.
No flesh. No blood
No bones. No guts

No, go and pray now
Return in one hundred years
For the first page

Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia.  She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.

Small Gesture--By Andrea Dietrich--United States

Small Gesture

When
you left
home, you gave
back to me the
picture I’d given
you one Christmas (of you,
fourteen, with my arm around
your shoulder). You said, “I don’t need
this.” Perhaps you meant nothing by it,
but it symbolized so much more to me.

Andrea Dietrich grew up in Iowa and now resides in Utah with a spouse and two cats. She has two grown children and six grandchildren. Having graduated BYU with a Spanish major/ESL minor, she has spent most of her adult life teaching. It wasn't until 2000 that she began writing in earnest and discovering her "niche" as a writer of lyrical poetry. The internet opened up a new world for her, and she has spent nearly a decade now participating in poetry clubs, acting as a judge of poetry contests for various magazines and for the website Shadow Poetry.

History -making Victory--By Ndaba Sibanda--Saudi Arabia

History -making Victory

She was agonizingly close
To winning the race when
Things started going haywire
They really played games on her
Some said her game was up
Many had written her off
Others said she was history

But they had to swallow their
Spoken-too soon convictions
She turned the tables on
Those sticky things and at the
End hers was not only history
But also a simple sweet victory

Ndaba Sibanda is a Zimbabwean-born writer. His poems, essays and
short stories have been published in Africa and the USA. Ndaba
currently lives and teaches in Saudi Arabia. Of his career, he
says, "writing is my life, and my second wife".

Fear--By Barbara Siekierski--United States

Fear

I tremble lost in a maze.
It takes a hold of me
and rips me up inside.

I finally let go of the rope.
I let my light shine and walk
from night into day.

I give the cross to Jesus
and He heals my wounds.
I find peace in His embrace.

Barbara Siekierski is a writer from Swarthmore, PA.

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!--By Jane Richer--Canada

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!

The weather outside is dreadful,
And believe me I have a head full,
I’ll give my nose another blow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I really must look a dreadful sight,
This cold has me up for the night,
I have no will to watch a show,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

I’ve cooked, but have no appetite,
I really couldn’t stomach a single bite,
Rudolph and my nose are all aglow,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

My car is buried in a snowdrift,
And there's no one here to give me a lift,
So without some Kleenex I must go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The Sasquatch and I don’t really care,
If you see us both with tangled hair,
Bad tasting medicine my common foe,
So let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada
and is so far published only online. She loves to poke fun at herself
and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble
in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'-
(write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of
acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.

Sad Sonnets--By Arthur C. Ford, Sr.--United States

Sad Sonnets

I read the rules
The contest had
They made me weep
And my pencil sad,
Not because
A mandate was type,
But the twelve
Line maximum
Was not
My
Sonnets'
Delight.

Arthur C. Ford, Sr. is originally from New Orleans, LA., where he graduated from Southern University (S.U.N.O.). He studied Mathematics, Physics, Creative Writing(Poetry) and was a member of The Drama Society. He has traveled to 45 States, lived in Europe (Bruxelles, Belgium), and more recently spent 30 days doing missionary work and traveling throughout the country of India. He publishes a quarterly poetry newsletter entitled THE PEN (The Poetry Explosion Newsletter), and resides in Pittsburgh, PA.

Flower--By Hajo Isa--Nigeria

Flower

To be a flower
Bathing in the shine of day
Watching a sky of strange beauty
Sail by

To be a flower
Filling the birds with glee
Lost in a flurry of beating wings
Touching the wind

To be a flower, of scented warmth
Courting the sun in a blue river of air

To be a flower,
An opulent wildness
On a stretch of field and fantasy.

Hajo Isa is a Nigerian author and poet.  Her first collection of poems was released in 2012, titled Shadow Fall, by AMG Publishers.  Many of her poems have been published in numerous anthologies.

The Bay--By Jan Oskar Hansen--Portugal

The Bay

There was a storm in the bay furious waves
of green sea trashing onto sandy shore and
the pretty road, the one which follow the bay,
has been closed for days.

Now however the rage of the sea is gone and
the bay is calm, like the storm never happened,
but look closer and see the sea is gray pale,
anger doesn´t becomes it.

Haar is coming in and soon the bay is covered
in a shawl of melancholic mist and silence,
where anchored ships move slowly and dreamily ~
on contemporary tranquility.

Jan Oskar Hansen is a published poet from Portugal.

Goodbye My Darling--By Kathryn McLoughlin Collins--United States

Goodbye My Darling

Death seemed not so bad on that final midnight
September second. “Not so bad for whom?”
he’d say if he could. Possibly not so bad
for either of them. Their union dissolved
as though neither were really in that room.
Not she. Not him. Not the way they’d been.

Their slowly speeding departure started with the treatments.
A day after the second chemo, he was kneeling by the toilet
on one big knee, too sick to pull himself up.
His head was bent in defeated disbelief
and her only help came as small shoulder
for a boost, her soft voice wimp reassurance,
the big truth embracing them.

Born in 1945, Kathryn Collins is a native New Yorker now living in Connecticut whose works have been described as “a gentle sort of poetry” by the editor of her first book No Need for Breadcrumbs, published by BeWrite Books, 2004. Her work has also appeared in numerous anthologies. Inspired by her beloved grandmother, she developed a great love of poetry at an early age and has been writing for 20 years.

I am Blessed--By Christina R. Jussaume--United States

I am Blessed (Triolet)

Masterpieces Lord did create
Speak words with faith, promise and hope
We are unique as is our fate
Masterpieces Lord did create
When we’re burdened He takes the weight
He’s there when you’re at end of rope
Masterpieces Lord did create
Speak words with faith, promise and hope

Christina R. Jussaume is a Christian Author of 9 poetry books. She has had many poems published in anthologies and fundraisers. She has won many awards for her poetry including Best Spiritual Poetry award from Christianstorytelling.com. Her first book, My Walk with Jesus, received this award and began her journey toward fulfillment as a Style Tutor now on the Alliance of Poets. All of her books except the first book were published by apfpublisher.com.  Please check out her website www.poetesscrjussaume.com

Another Jewel Sunrise--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

Another Jewel Sunrise

Pink inks of dawn glow
through a dissolving fog
lifting botanical shadows
alive with enchanting birds.
Rustling leaves
stir the world awake.

Over the horizon a bustling
city throbs,
a million or more people
going to their jobs,
missing this quiet solitude.

Radios thump. They drive
bumper to bumper,
eyes glued to the freeway.

Another jewel sunrise slips
right by them.

Suzanne Delaney was born in Tasmania and, now lives in Hawaii.
A retired Registered Nurse she enjoys her time to be creative
and to write about life around her.  More of Suzanne's poetry is available at http://pixordia.pages.qpg.com/

Wild Lightning, Spooks And Me--By Robert L. Hinshaw--United States

Wild Lightning, Spooks And Me

I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life! There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful cayuse Wild Lightning free rein,
As we meander across God's majestic terrain!

My pal Spooks trots ahead surveying sagebrush and crags.
I sense that he enjoys life as well by the tail he wags!
I crave no roof, the wide-open range is my home;
Terrestrial boundaries don't confine me - freely I roam!

Well-worn saddlebags contain my earthly possessions.
I don't aspire riches nor am I burdened by obsessions!
My soul overflows with wealth as I view His Creation!
Ah! The grandeur of it all! 'Tis ample compensation!

I pause on a knoll viewing the vast panorama and ponder,
The river, a lake, those snow-crowned mountains o'er yonder.
In the valley a herd of pronghorn antelope gambol and play;
At dusk The Master Artist paints a brilliant sunset display!

Campfire embers slowly die - Wild Lightning grazes nearby.
Spooks lies at my feet - snug in my blanket I ponder the sky.
I anticipate being 'wakened by a glorious sunrise next morn,
When Wild Lightning, Spooks and I continue our vagabond bourne!

Robert L. Hinshaw served 30 years in the Air Force retiring
in 1978 in the grade of Chief Master Sergeant. He began
writing poetry in 2002 at age 72 and has composed over
1100 poems.