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

Head in The Clouds Monday


In the days when travel was easy

I always look for the window seat

For part of going some where

Is the distance we move to get there

And that makes the journey

So much more interesting

Please indulge me

As I share what I have observed

From my window seat

On “Head in the clouds Mondays”

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