hap rochelle Poems

My day begins with
thoughts of her
when she's near
I feel a stir
...

reaching for the moon ~
the child cannot quite grasp ~
...

lonely mockingbird
sits on my porch railing
singing his desire
the plaintive notes
...

Sweat pools in the
small of your back.
...

polished black granite
mirrors blue sky
and this old man
chatting with
...

she waits and watches
black tail slowly twitching
a night wanderer
Venus looms in the predawn
...

hard to believe
life nears its end. Seems like
only yesterday...
I slid into her warmth and
...

spring cleaning distress
watch an ant struggle up a
mountainous pebble
...