Smokey Mt. scene in oil    18x40

                                                      
                                                                               Pink Rose  in oil   16x20

                                                       
                                                                           Water Street in oil    16x20

                                                           
                                                                                       Reflections in oil 16x20 

                                                    
                                                                                  Tree Reflections  in oil  16x20

When Evening Comes

 
                                                   When Evening Comes

Evening comes slowly,
like a gator stalking its prey.
Sleep eludes me, and again,
I reach for my novel.
A morning mist hung
over the churning sea.
Only surfers braved the
rough waters.
Dolphin fins, like the surfers,
rose and fell.
This is the place she was last seen.
Frantically she screams for help.
I wake.
The novel drops to the floor.          

These Hands

    

                                                           These Hands 
No longer confined in the womb,
the small, pink, pudgy fingers,
open wide.
Loving hands caress and
lend support as first steps
are taken.
Blocks fly across the room,
like birds scattering seed.
As the bat swings the
umpire shouts "out".
The pencil seeks the answer
guided by firm fingers.
Hands holding hands,
he slips the ring on her finger,
and with loving hands he
takes her in his arms.
Years on manual labor
has taken its toil.
Worn and wrinkled,
they cover his heart, remembering
a fallen hero.