Moonslide

Like my camera, the branches 

Attempt to capture the moon, 

But only briefly succeed 

Before she eludes their grasp 

To begin her long slow slide into the sea.

Mountain revealed

The delicate pastel shades 

Of the mountain in the morning 

Are a gift to all who might chance to be 

Awake at that early hour, 

As the mountain disappears shortly thereafter.

The echo of old songs

I see this ship pass by, 

In the silence of an evening sky, 

And that phrase, “A thousand people, maybe more” 

Comes into my head.

It takes a minute to remember where it’s from, 

And that, no, It’s TEN thousand people, maybe more, People talking without speaking, 

People hearing without listening… 

Amazing, how those lyrics 

Still echo through the years…

Good morning!

When morning gilds the skies… 🎶

Alone together

After the sun has set, 

And cars in the overlook drive away, 

There’s always a moment, however brief, 

When that silver lining at the base of the clouds 

Glows with a rosy blush, 

As if at last we are alone together, 

The sky and I.

Autumnal bliss

Afloat in a sea of autumnal bliss...

Patience

Some days, you really feel

Like you’re going somewhere, 

While other days, it’s hard not to feel 

That the world is passing you by. 

The trick is not to get caught up in either sensation; 

To rejoice in the blessings, 

Both when life speeds up 

And whenever it seems to have slowed to a crawl.