These are poems that were written by me. Some rhyme, some don't, but they are all a part of me and will maybe help you to get to know me better. ~ As I Sit Here ~ Sitting on the back steps, looking at the stars, thinking about everything, and nothing at all. My life is a world of confusion but I am not confused. I know who I am and where I stand. I may be just a speck in the universe but I'm an important speck. My life changes every life it touches. My being counts, so I can sit here, looking at the stars, thinking of everything, and of nothing. ~ The Kitten ~ Little ball of fluff, crouched on her haunches. Ears alert, tail twitching, hind-end wiggling. A coiled spring waiting...she pounces! Attacking some unseen creature over and over again. Silly little game! Little ball of fluff, stretched out on her back, legs and tail extended. Inviting a belly rub, purring loudly, then rolling up and attacking my hand as it strokes her soft fur. Gently nipping, not hurting. Running away and coming back for more. Little ball of fluff, nose to the ground. Following a spider. Or an ant, or a dust bunny as it moves along, batting playfully. Startling as it tickles her nose. Little ball of fluff, curled up tightly at my neck. Yawning, purring softly. Giving little kisses before drifting off into sleep. Contented, knowing she is loved. And I too fall asleep. ~ In Dreams ~ You come to me in dreams Like an early morning mist. Elusive as a butterfly, You seek a lover's tryst. Your voice, the softest whisper. Your dark eyes say so much. Caressing, gentle fingers; I tremble at their touch. I try to hold you close But you slowly pull away. I reach out and find nothing; I cannot make you stay. I awaken and there's no one, Yet nothing's as it seems. Who are you, haunting spirit, That comes to me in dreams? ~ A Summer To Remember ~ The summer of my sixteenth year, oh, I remember it still! Spending long and lazy days in the park on Barney's Hill. Lying on the grass with friends, working on our tans, Talking about life and love, and making future plans. Eating burgers, chips and Coke sold at a small snack stand. A junk food diet, we all knew well, but oh, it tasted grand! Sometimes, if it was really hot, we'd head down to the pool, And there we'd spend the day just having fun and keeping cool. But in my mind the best part of the week was Friday night, And the band concerts they held up on the Hill just past twilight. The bands played music we all loved and we'd dance to every one. It made us all feel so alive, beneath the setting sun. It was a summer of friends and fun, of joy and laughter, too. And Barney's Hill lives in my heart as a place where my soul grew. There have been other summers grand, though none have touched me so, The way that summer touched my life so many years ago. ~ The Leprechaun ~ While walking in the woods one day, I spied a leprechaun at play. So short and round and bent was he: No sillier creature could one see! I hid meself out of his view And watched to see what he might do. He gaily pranced around a tree, Quite oblivious to me. His legs were short, his body long. It seemed he mumbled some strange song As he circled 'round and 'round, And stamped his feet upon the ground. And then a thought filled up me head As I remembered what was said; "Catch a leprechaun at play And his gold will be yours that day!" So quietly, I took a step. Oh, so carefully, I crept Closer to that dancing elf, Trying to contain meself. Alas, I must have made some sound, Because that Leprechaun whirled 'round! And when he spied me standing near, A wicked grin spread ear to ear! "Me pot of gold ye'll never get!" He cried. "On that ye sure can bet! For though you try from dusk 'til dawn, Ye'll never catch THIS leprechaun!" And with that he fled the tree, And danced a jig in front of me! Then with a chortle, off he ran, Crying "Catch me, if ye can!" And though I gave a merry chase, (Though I admit, just to save face) The tale ends here, I'm sad to say. I caught no leprechaun that day! ~ Snowflakes ~ Softly falling winter lace, Icy kisses on my face, Crystal sparkles in my hair, Drifting down on frosted air. Covering the barren ground, Spread their blanket all around, Paint the land a wondrous white, Glowing even in the night. Each one different and unique, Part of nature's cold mystique, Weave a magic spell unplanned O'er this winter wonderland. I hope you enjoyed these writings! Some were written on the spur of the moment from a simple idea or event so they don't rhyme...they are just my thoughts put into words...while others are true poems. But they are all from the heart. PetiteChoux@webtv.net