The glory of young men is their strength, and the splendor of old men is their gray head. Proverbs 20:29Like the man Who once rowed youOut onto the sparkling surface of the lake,You have been turned upside downYou are topsy-turvy;Your out-going's have been sideswiped.You never thought you would sit so longYou might feel—if you felt—forgotten, unneeded, unused,Bypassed for... Continue Reading →

Tree by the lakeYour leaves fly, flip, fallFluttering to the waterBecome boats Slip-slip-slipping in the wind's currentSettling softly from the surfaceTo their storage shelf on the lake's bottom.Tree by the lakeYour leaves tumble, twirl, swirl Pirouette across the pastureBecome lifejacketsGrip-grapple-grouping under lilac bushes,Burrowing beneath the blue SpruceTo blanket the bare earth against winter's cold.Tree by the lakeYour... Continue Reading →

Worn by windWeathered and weakenedThe rail fenceIs a place to roostFor Blue Jays and Black squirrels.Offers a view,A rest stop,A step up to the nearest tree.It used to be myFavorite place to sit,Now it is only a wispOf its former selfAnd childhood memories likeWisps of smokeAlmost only unreachable feelings