Lips of Honey

Your lips 'gainst mine, they're
lumps of clotted spring honey. 
Of a stinger bee.  

Alone on a Stormy Night

A yellow bulb lit 
Under my lone bed—moonlit.
Monstered-light thunders!

Craft of Living (and Scarf Making)

Human living's a craft
few will ever master,
yet many will survive—
but no one forever.

Human living's a craft
like knitting: Most can knit 
a wool scarf in the end,
and keep warm in winter.

But few will twist and knot
along with vibrant yarn, 
excite the silken fleece 
to dance in loops and weaves.

Life is a ball of yarn, 
of chance color and size.
I've dreamed of God knitting 
a rainbow scarf for sky.