Below you will find a sampling of Virginia's poetry and writings.  Enjoy!

 
KISSES

Kiss me with kisses, I said.
How could I kiss you else? she asked.
Ah, she is so young, I marveled,
and thought to tell her how.
Why, kiss me with your eyes
in a shower of blue to nourish my heart.
The raven silk of your hair
kisses my fingertips
each time it slips through my hands.
My nose rejoices in the perfume kiss of your skin
when I hold you close.
Your voice is a lullaby kiss to my ears
that soothes and restores me.
You taste of honey kisses on my tongue
and my hunger is filled with you.
And a kiss with my lips, what of that?
she questioned me.
Ah, my love, that is the kiss of kisses.
And will you have one then? she smiled.
I will have two if it please you, I answered.
If it please you, I will kiss you with three then,
And her mouth joined with mine.
Ah, how quickly she learns, my love does.
Methinks I shall ask for four.

(Love in Bloom)
 

SOUTHWEST SUMMER

Dawn: heavy and golden, a sky so blue, its molecules swim in the eyes.
Bobcat and diamondback are about, foraging before the blowtorch noon.
Afternoon: fat white cumulus clouds feed on monsoon moisture and
Tiny dots of water begin to swarm in these sky mountains

Black underbellies jitter with lightning; they bump along the wind.
Booming thunders follow their bright jiggy twins,
Frightening retrievers and poodles and pugs.

Raindrops bite into the desert dust like hot tears,
Then machine gun into the thirsty earth,
Turning canyon streams and city streets into
Boiling braids and ropes of caramel.

Evening: the violence passes; a rainbow blooms.
The sun sets--a pumpkin in a persimmon sky.
Soon darkness whispers in and peppers the night
With silver stars. Perhaps a shy moon?

Creosote bushes exhale their ancient oily fragrance.
The world is new again.

(The International Who’s Who in Poetry)
 

HEAVENLY MUSIC
(as published in The Colors of Life)

Sand sifted between my toes,
warmed by the day’s light from our star.
I sat and burrowed my feet
‘til I felt it damp and cool.
Looking up at the vastness of the night,
I stretched out
and let the wheeling, spangled sky envelop me.
Shh.
Can you hear it?
The universe playing its grand symphony:
tiny Earth swirling in her galaxy—
a flute solo, spinning, spinning
her fragile music
in the roar and boom
of infinity?