Fireflies

Sparkling, like a million Christmas lights,
Against a backdrop green.
As warm as the setting summer sun.
Your eyes aglow, never has such beauty been beheld.
A touch so soft, like a feather floating in the breeze.
The sweet smell, so difficult to place, yet so familiar;
It is comforting.
I am home.
Though I know not where it is;
I am home.

I've Got An Idea

So, I've been sporadically writing poetry ever since I was in high school and given that it usually gets written, shared with a couple of people and then hidden away forever I decided that when I do write a poem I will post it here. I've got a couple to start with and will add more as they are written.
Enoy.

I haven't written a blog in a long, long time. I guess I haven't had much to say, Nothing worth sharing at least. I think my problem is that I don't have a specific topic to write about. Who knows if anyone even bothers reading this stuff. I probably wouldn't, so thank you if you are reading this right now. Anyway, what I would like would be for any readers to contact me and offer suggestions for what I should write about.