Slipping

No nip in the air
Yet the leaves are slipping
One by one, floating
Softly to the ground where
School children are destined
To step on them
Just to hear them crunch.

No hint of despair
Yet my heart is falling
Bit by bit, sinking
Slowly to the depths where
Memories are destined
To grab a hold
Just to hear me cry.

Caren E. Salas

White

The hospital was a hell in white;
The demons dressed in white jackets
And walked down white hallways
To me in a white gown
Trembling like frightened child.



Caren E. Salas

Now and Never

 Waves rolling,
                 crashing,
                           turning,
Ocean tossing,
                 thrashing,
                           churning.

Whispered
                roaring:;
                           salt thick air.



A forever of now,
                                 
                         That was never there.


Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

           






            

Get started!

Take the first step
Start with an "A"
The first one in line
At the starting gate
On your marks
Ready, set, go!
Opening night
On with the show!
To the top of the hill
To the top of the class
Shoot for the stars
And never look back.


Caren E. Salas