Writings
Tomorrow
When we have music to soothe, to comfort,
To affirm what we know in our hearts.
When we have the
lure of paths to unravel
With our passion for travel.
When the moon beams and the sun glows
And the stars
shine--keeping our spirit warm.
When the hunger for
words spoken
and unspoken may be sated.
When the
thirst for the beauty
of the written word is quenched.
When love might be the like the flowers
and be blooming
in our soul.
Tomorrow
We marvel reflecting that
tomorrow
may be today.
Lemon Drop Moon
Is it a different lemon drop moon
That rose in the licorice colored sky
Then the one I see?
Was the haze that surrounded the moon
Clouding
the view with cotton candy clouds
The same mist that’s out
there tonight?
Are the city lights sparkling vying
for your attentions,
Trying to get you to watch them instead
of the stars?
I learn, but never
enough.
I teach, but always yearning.
I grow, but always
within bounds.
I hope, but always in the past.
I dream, but
never mine to grasp.
Summer
Blue skies and time
has no end
Fireflies dancing to the whippoorwills trill
Summer where time stands still
And it seems there are no
troubles to tend.
Dusk and the world is aglow with a wondrous
sunset
Is it any wonder why summer is everyone's favorite?
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I have this piece sitting on top of my computer desk. Mom and Dad had kept it all those years--I drew this on the back of glass--reverse painting on glass--when I was about 12 or so--my love of barns stays with me today--have lots of pictures (originals) of barns that I have bought and collected over the years.
Sated with good food and being with good
friends
The eyes and the smile tell the story,
they speak
volumes and tell chapter and verse
What the soul and heart have
to say.