Saturday, November 26, 2011


Lighter than freedom on feathery ferns
Dancing on tiptoes in bright balmy breezes,
Higher than hilltops on heavenly highways,
Her mountains, her valleys
Both filled with delight.

Bid me go forward,
Offer me comfort,
Fill me with confidence
Else I should stumble.
Lift up the veil,
Place a kiss on my forehead
Making me blush…
Keeping me humble.

Younger than springtime,
Older than winter,
Longer than always and
Sweeter than wine,
Hope floods my heart with
The laughter of sunshine
Leaving all doubt,
Every sorrow behind.

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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Music, Food, Wine and Sunshine

Don’t need much to make me happy,
Just music, food, wine and sunshine.

Music from within, without,
In my ear or in my mind,
Floods my thoughts,
Feeds my soul,
Fills my day with warm delights.

Food to fill my basic needs,
To tempt the pallet,
Curb the craving.
Feasting follies filled with flavor
In my nose and
On my tongue.

Wine to stimulate my senses
Breaking soft upon my lips,
Help me gently to remember,
Bid me fondly to forget.

Sunshine chase away my demons,
Spread your light upon my brow.
Show me all my wondrous blessings,
Give me hope so I may dream.

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Saturday, November 12, 2011


I’ve been stuffing my cranium
Six decades plus with
The knowledge and wisdom
Of memory’s keep.
So often my mind wants
To burst at the seams,
Yet always finds room
For the new and unique.

Dreams of my youth
May have vanished in vapors
Or merely transitioned
To fit circumstance,
As whispers of time
Cried out new direction
And chance took my hand
And bade me to dance.

Whatever the course, I pray
Let it continue to
Grow and spread light
So that others might see.
And when Fate finally calls
I’ll leave something behind,
If only a wrinkle
In their memory. 

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Sunday, November 06, 2011


Autumn and I are fast frequent friends
With memories mixed with the colors of rainbows.
We’ve weathered the storms,
Survived the transitions,
Sharing the anguish and bliss on the way.
Many a time have I witnessed her change,
The spinning of lush fervent green into gold,
The transfer from swelter to fresh fragrant foliage,
The crisp, clear allure her aura endows.
Who holds her miracle?
Who might explain
How the muse of the seasons so often inspire?
I stand in awe clinging fast to her bosom
Praying this slow dance might go on forever.
Heaven but knows how many more seasons
Await down the road before fate seals my end,
But Autumn and I will go on forever,
Here and hereafter,
My steadfast friend.