Month: July 2017

Memories of a Season

A stained glass sky with sunlit clouds Songs of summer stir the trees Not too soft yet not too loud Undulant whispers in a balmy breeze Sunrises begin the day’s expectations Sunsets end with the day’s reflections Token memories of life’s expressions  * Please stop in for a cuppa at BrewNSpew   Eugenia   http://www.lovethispic.com/image/107691/summer-globe

Findings in Life

Ah, the number thirty-three Found this a good age to be Found lots of life still to see Found what it’s like to be me Found how not to be up a tree but without a paddle makes no sense to me Found it’s a metaphor, now I see Ah, the number thirty-three Found it…

Life Unzipped

Is what we’ve sought for naught? Life’s not what we hold in lease Its role is the centerpiece And the core for world peace  ∼  I’d be delighted to see you at the Go Dog Go Cafe where there is a remarkable cluster of talented writers. I’m one of the Baristas and proud to be a…

Who Done It?

While mulling by the lake spotted an empty canoe and a soloing shoe was it foul play or fowl play? Commiserating birds with very few words Not takers of chances Concealing their glances Ah! But the hen saw it all with no one to call Fleeing back to the farm free from danger in the…

Take Charge

A jaundiced spirit The lingering memory of a spell Life etched in the hardened soil A threat to our intellectual toil A kindred spirit  Unfolded an enchanting smile Praises of strong and willful belief A passel of concordant relief  ∼     “You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the…