Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

The Missing Words

Sitting here in my chair of reflection,
I seek the missing words,
those that found me yesterday,
coming so fast I did not
have time to capture them
before they were gone,
winging away like
bright butterflies.

I am the flower they feed upon,
the nectar for their
thirsting tongues.
If I wait, they will return.
The page fills again.
My stories are carried
away on the wind.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


it is not that i have nothing to write
it is that i have too much

i have not known where to begin

the words have appeared within like leaves in a sudden spring
the trees are full

thunder breaks the silence
the sky fills with pregnant clouds

i await the wind

Posted in Musings and Reflections

Perhaps, Dear Reader…

Perhaps you are wondering, dear reader,
why this past week,
pages have remained empty
and I’ve had few words to spare.

The muse has been off wandering, dear reader,
the lost phrases to seek,
but you need not despair.

My mind succumbed not to laundering, dear reader,
for from dark recesses now do peek
a sentence here and there.

Writing is a kind of blundering, dear reader,
a constant tongue in cheek,
best tasted when shared.

So beware, dear reader, beware.
The muse has returned and reawakened.
Read on if you dare . . .

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


dear friend
i have been remiss
let the cares of this life steal my bliss

lost in my impotent rage
i have forgotten to put pen to page

and so the without meets the within
and the words run in my soul again

for i know i am a better me
when i give in to my inner poetry

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)



I have begun again.
For whatever reason the Muse needed a break.

Yet there is a rhythm to writing,
words on pages cast like leaves upon a flowing stream each day.

The wind blows.
The trees shake loose their offerings.
The water runs on,
carrying these lettered ships out into the silent sea.


Writer’s Block


There is no such thing as writer’s block.

It is a myth created by those who wish to cash in by making you feel inferior and by providing endless amounts of so-called expert advice to help you to overcome your fabricated problem.

When the inevitable winter comes,
remember that it is but a season.
Do not fight the cold or the call to hibernation.
Listen to the silence that comes when there are no words.

Have faith.
They will return to you like a throng of sparrows in the spring.