a single breeze slips by~
a warm hush of late day
carrying light the way
memory drifts~
quiet, unhurried.
A DEDICATION TO MY GODSON CARLETON
What can I say, when I received news that you
had gone to be with our Lord.
I called you, but you didn’t respond.
I asked our Lord many times to make a change
in your life, but I didn’t expect this.
My only hope was that I was a good influence
in your life, and that you felt you could depend on me.
I hate to see you go this way, but it seems
to have been the only
choice, if you can call it a choice.
I will miss you terribly.
So long, my dear Carleton.
I will always love you.
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
A fading sunset warmly glows
On woodland touched by Autumn's clay
And trickling down, a soft rainfall
Beneath a copper frame of sky--
My humming senses grasp the patter
Like keepers in a serenade
To taste a calmness that renews
Ripe budding of soul's gentle drift.
Mellow the sound passing through shrubs
A constant wait for drizzles to tap,
That silence holds its own language
Where grasses meet my eyes, humbled
By droplets that heal sweet forgiving...
Through graceful bows of moistened leaves.
I lay upon the lucent straws of gust
Till downhill walk takes me back home.
a single petal clings to the rim of the glass~
sunlight catches it, turning the edge
into a thin, bright flare
that lasts only as long as the light decides.
A MEMORY
hope
I now
remember
that late summer
gold
A cold northwesterly breeze
Whips the nearly naked trees
A few pecans still tip the top
Unreachable by squirrels
Even if they hop
A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
a drop of ink
spreads through water,
trying to color
what cannot
be changed
a door left ajar~
not open,
not shut~
the quiet posture
of a reason
we’re still
trying to believe
a shy drizzle touches the tired, parched earth
lawns lift their heads, remembering green
dust loosens its grip on windowsills
air cools, carrying the promise of change
porches and people breathe easier
A Humorous limerick takes the stage,
reading a limerick at any age.
Your fun words made me blush,
now I have a huge crush.
Take a bow for your words and go backstage.
a doorway breathes out starlight
hinges sighing like ancient skies
galaxies pooling at its threshold
night waiting inside
a single stone
placed on the scale~
the smallest weight
we offer to explain
why we did
what we did.
a bow of twine gathers
sepia envelopes and old letters~
the past folded small
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