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  • Watching Soldiers

    Pale tattered ghostsIn bleak November daysSoldiers defeated, remain at attentionUniforms wind whipped remnantsStanding row upon silent rowMaintaining ranks in disciplined orderWind tousled and wanting The corn soldiers w…

  • Watching the Wind Work

    They rise up a great flockWheeling over the tree tops I squint to see them clearlyAnd swooping down Across corn fieldsTo circle and sweep Past beans unharvested I marvel at the grace in flig…

  • Reading Tea Leaves

    Sometimes I can't get warm. Maybe it is the getting old thing, maybe the thyroid thing, or maybe I just need some help.The rain comes down coldI live with damp clothes and hairAs cold brewed green teaWarm me up, add suga…

  • Looking at the Deluge

    I fight the urge to save every one of themThere is not enough time so I have to be selectiveThe water has risen and they take refuge on high groundI walk past the bodies snagged, floating limpAnd I feel guiltFor noticing…

  • Looking at the Rain

    The rain continues. The older I become, the more keenly aware I am of the level of moisture in the air. My bones and joints ache from old injuries. The latest indignity is my hair. Once upon a time the hair on my head wa…

  • Seeking Secrets

    The thief creeps closeUncertain of the contentsCareful not to disturb or awaken the sleeperGently lifts and peers withinRevealing the treasure keptIn the darknessOf her heart We are either very good at keeping secrets or…

  • Viewing Life Up Close

    The receptionist's grandmother passed away about 6 months ago. During that time her grandmother's siblings argued over the estate. This last weekend the yelling finally stopped. The receptionist was asked to remove anyth…

  • Looking At Cemeteries

    Odd that the symbols used for Halloween or All Hallows Eve have taken on an ominous tone. Remembering the lives of those that have died (and I make the presumption passed on to paradise), has some how been mixed up in th…

  • Looking at the Yard

    It is raining again. We had rain most of last week. The weekend was wet as well. This morning there are leaves covering the ground, mostly green ones ripped off by the wind. They must have been swirling because some are …

  • Seeing in the Dark

    It is funny how you can forget your age. I'm not talking about having to do the math (but I've had to do that before). I mean when you realize that you have forgotten that your body does not match your inner vision; wher…

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