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One More Try

  I never felt comfortable with the last two lines of yesterday’s poem.  A better ending (I think) came to me last night.  Why don’t you give this one another read and see if you agree. . .      … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, May 16, 2017

On a morning in May you can walk bright and early Down the alley and lane where the grapevines are curling The shadows are old and the sunlight is new And the lawns, newly cut, cradle diamonds of dew And … Continue reading

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evening post, May 2, 2017

After supper he took the coffee pot from the burner and poured himself another half cup and sat down again at the kitchen table, now cleared of dishes.   He tipped the cup over his saucer and dribbled the coffee … Continue reading

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morning poem, may 1, 2017

  The early morning passes fast And mist and coolness fades What you once longed for now is past And now you have the day   The early morning fades away And what you thought would last Is all dissolved … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, April 27, 2017

  These early Spring mornings remind me of Taos Yellow sunlight filtering, being prismed through the mist And Herbie Hancock playing Joni Mitchell songs Soft and low, sweet and low, piano low Each riff a whispered secret . From a … Continue reading

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Every Tree I Planted

.   I waited long, too long, it seemed And nothing came to flower My work, my passion and my dreams Were locked in some far tower . “Be brave, walk not by sight, but faith” At last, I finally heard … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, April 25, 2017

This morning the quiet fills the house And lays on the floor And streams through the windows Nothing moves And I sit and watch and listen And see into this old house Its floors and walls and hallways, Once grand. … Continue reading

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morning poem, april 24, 2017

    Oh, how I love Wandering out in the day The sun high above And its gold on the hay   I’ll wander till night I will work and I’ll play And I’ll feel myself right To be out … Continue reading

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Morning Post, April 21, 2017

How long has it been since I have noticed the seasons? I walked out this morning to get into my car to drive to work.  Just like every morning for the past thirty years.   That twenty-yard walk is about all … Continue reading

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morning post, April 17, 2017

I am early.  The first students won’t arrive at the school for almost an hour and the office won’t open till then, but I am here, as usual, right after the janitor unlocks the front doors. It’s winter now – … Continue reading

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