I began writing poems this spring. I had read a published poem by a friend from long ago and said to myself "I can do that."

I like how the discipline of rhyme and meter forges ones language.

This one is a little sad.
End of Summer

Perhaps everyone has had this experience.
Cycle Circle

Robert Frost was the model for this poem:
Buchanan Park

This poem started out as a series of etudes.
Four Quatrains

This poem has a very elegant scheme of rhyme and meter.
The Girls of Spring

But perhaps this one is a better poem.
The Girls of Spring (revised)

For an old neighbor who is moving.
For Gabriella

For my daughter's wedding.
An Acrostic Wedding Sonate

For the love of my life.
What If?

Porches

My Father

A sort of Haiku--but not really.
Contrast

Dogs