I held a river rock In the palm of my hand How it got that way Was hard to understand Oval-shaped And smooth all around Jagged edges Were nowhere to be found Cool to the touch And solid in my palm A feeling of serenity A sense of calm As quartz crystalline Sparkled in sunlight… Read More River Rock
Where have all The flowers gone? They’re lost for now Beneath the ground In the dark Their bulbs now sleep Finding rest While buried deep Finding strength For what’s to come Awakened petals Reach for the sun Hope springs eternal Winter’s done
Birds sing a song Some may not understand Across the meadows Across the dense woodland Though their lyrical notes May fall on deaf ears They sing a song For those willing to hear So, pause and listen To the story, they tell It’s a tale of caution It’s a call to do well It’s an… Read More Chorus of Life
She found a letter Tucked away in a box Stored in the attic With a heart-shaped lock Its beautiful penmanship Swirled and danced Around emotion And circumstance It told of a love story At the time couldn’t be Only shared in a letter For their eyes to see Then kept locked away For so many… Read More Come of Age
We’re not the only ones Who love the holidays Critters too, love Christmas In many special ways Squirrels snack on gingersnaps To celebrate the day When their bellies are full Together they all play Bunnies search the field For the elusive Man of Snow Standing tall on bunny feet They kiss the Snowman’s nose Horses… Read More Critters Too, Love Christmas
Holiday cheer Cheers to the holidays We raise our glasses Our glasses we raise Wishing hope, peace, and love Holiday cheer For the upcoming days And the incoming year
It is warmly made Of intricate threads Connecting the past With the future ahead Woven by hand Finished with heart A textile relic A proud work of art Its Celtic knots Are proudly worn Even when its threads Are old and torn The sweater strong As the wearer stubborn
The snow is coming Or so they say, “Maybe tomorrow, Or another day.” A calculated guess Is as good as it gets When the meteorologist says, “You may just get wet!” Sun, rain, or snow “There’s a chance of black ice!” A little more certainty Sure would be nice But unpredictability Is what New Englanders… Read More A Calculated Guess
At the end of the street Where it turns to gravel I walk on As my mind too travels Down different paths Some old, some new Some fantastic Some simply true As the gravel rolls Under my feet I know I’m back At the end of the street Mind and body Lighter than before
In the silent night Anticipation waits Patiently For my return
