It’s morning. The radiators are making their gentle symphony for the first time this fall. The day will be filled with writing, learning my piece for my grandson’s important day, bits of work in the morning, acupuncture and food shopping in the afternoon. As usual, my mind is a jumble. I keep thinking about theContinue reading “A Love Letter to My Teachers”
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A Dervish Dance
My sweet bride, what have I learnedsince we started our journey down this road?I thought I knew bravery, grace and beautyI thought I couldn’t love you, admire you,or cherish you more than I did. But each day, as we faced the darkness,Your bravery gave me hope,your grace filled my heartOur love grew as you clungContinue reading “A Dervish Dance”
Times Gone By
My unseen hand touching the small of your back.
My Gratitude
I have lived my life with my heart on my sleeve and my emotions close to the surface. When my bride was at my side I would often rant to friends and total strangers That I was the luckiest man alive And in many ways, I was and in many ways I still may be.Continue reading “My Gratitude”
Born Anew
I am a newborn at a mother’s breastI am a novice kneeling at the good lord’s feetI am a student cross legged on a woven mat My memories are washed away by my tearsMy life before now ashes from the burning bushMy past a blur as I center and assume my stance I bath inContinue reading “Born Anew”
Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn
The fog more than a mist shrouds the tree lined border of our yard The birds not visible are in conversation somewhere nearby Otherwise I am left alone this morning It will rain soon. You always loved the rain, windows open at night to catch the lightening’s flash and the thunders crash You slept well toContinue reading “Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn”
The Sun Glistens
The sun glistens in the waters of the Saw Mill The river ripples round the rocks in its midst and rapids just before the water falls The boxwoods and forsythia along it shores have burst into blossom The world seems fresh and new as I watch a Robin fly low over the surface of theContinue reading “The Sun Glistens”
Through the Haze
Seven decades into this thing called life I am just beginning to see through the haze.
Stolen Moments
Why do I crave and seek this quiet time by the waterside? Why do I wake early and complete my chores in silence? Walking the dog and gather my inks and pads, closing the front door in slow motion, just to feel the remnants of the summer sun on my cheek and brow? Why doContinue reading “Stolen Moments”
My Morning Ride
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend