The Buds of Spring


Remember the forest had been ablaze of color

Then all the leaves had fallen

Creating mosaic patterns on the ground

The silhouette of trees

Stand against a icy blue winter sky

Yet when we look close

We see the buds

Waiting for that season

Which brings us the hope of spring

Time Ripples


As we stand here in the Present

Looking to the future

Our past pushes us forward

As we ripple thru time

In case you wondering the photos are of crab apple knots

A branch was cut years ago and the bark has been growing to cover over the wound

Those folds are each a new year’s growth

A Bookish Sunday- Sitting with Old Friends


I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning surrounded by old friends and some just acquaintances

All in all, they have been part of my world, whether as whole tales or just footnotes in the tale of one’s own life.

As with old friends, some remain close

Others are thoughts and feelings of one’s past

And as time moves on, we have a chance for new friends

Some to stay and to share their stories

Many more will come and go, as our own time allow.

There are old friends, sitting on shelves collecting dust

Knowing that they won’t be pulled off the shelf

It is time to se you free

For the unopened, unread book

It just seems so sad

When someone else might be excited

To turn your pages

To view the world thru someone else’s words

So I may take another Sunday morning

I will sit here and open your pages

One more time

To share my thoughts of you

Before I say goodbye

Of Time and Space


I collect clocks and watches

For I can’t seem to keep Time

Clocks all around the house

Each set to slightly different Time

A minute forward here

A couple minutes set back there

So as I wander

Around my home

I have that sense

Of traveling thru Time and Space

Side-note: the clock by my door is always set

4 minutes ahead,

so as I’m leaving

I tend to feel like I’m running late

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I step from the low light

Of a winter’s sun

Into the curtained canopy of a evergreen stand

Pausing, time for eyes to adjust

To the darkness

Where the sun never reaches

A faint sound of gently moving of water

I step to it’s musical tone

Where there is rock by the stream

To sit, watch and listen

Until I imagine what will be

The time of the setting sun

So I may head home in its’ light

I Duck Taped My Wife


Years of living with someone

It’s a Yin and Yang thing

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CompromiseĀ  with a kiss on the cheek

Anger, yet cuddling in bed

Hand holding or rolling of one’s eyes

Yet there are times

Like when the wife asks you to duck tape her

How excited the thought is, I’m sure that is no surprise

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No, no, no, no

Don’t let your imaginations run wild

For it wasn’t anything like that!!

Let the picture below, make it perfectly clear

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A dress form made for an individual

So long as the evening snacks are limited

A duct taped wife without a head, covered up for modesty sake

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To repeat those words of a sort-of famous neighbor to the north

Canada’s Red Green loosely translated

“If you can’t fix it with duct tape

It’s probability not worth fixing”