On the Fence


To be, or even not to be,

That is not the question;

But what to do with every day,

With all in my possession.

It isn’t where I land that counts,

But how I make each stride;

It’s less what I accumulate

Than what I’m like inside.





Strawberry Kisses

strawberry candy

Strawberry kisses,

Stolen moments in the sun;

Summer’s great romance