an iron spirit splits like an ancient moon and yet a miracle is declared by believers who know the whole is what we are and should be we fall in love in its bright beams we softly sigh when it appears majestically behind the highest mountain Who split the moon once? Does anyone really know? In the meantime my delight is its fullness shining … Continue reading Who Split the Moon in Half?
Everyone who was old enough to remember will be able to say exactly where they were and how they reacted to the news of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I remember that afternoon vividly. I was in the sixth grade and our teacher, Miss McCann would teach us math after recess. She was very stern but we loved her dearly. I remember her … Continue reading Memories of a Passing
Mighty winds whisper out loud for everyone to hear “it time for all of you to leave, my dears” the earth prepares for the great gathering and formed is a colorful mosaic the crimson’s restlessly await their destination Will it be bunched up in a brown paper bag? Or will someone blow them back under their tree of origin? Will it rain and the weight … Continue reading Fall’s Last Call
two hands squeeze tight words escape the memory vows are renewed Continue reading Haiku 61
Photo by Melba Christie A Single Road A single road, perhaps one not taken or the one less traveled. But who really knows the exact number of souls have made it their path. A single road is inviting; Wonder and adventure awaits. A single road is tempting; It may lead to a pearly gate. A single road has called to me not the one long … Continue reading A Single Road