Wings ablurSpicebush swallowtailDances on Bee balm.

Thirty-nine years agoThe groom brought his bride hereTo their first little home.Sweet memories well up insideWhen she passes.Thirty-nine years agoA blue Oldsmobile rested here Under the carport.Orange berries grew on the bush outside The bedroom window.Thirty-nine years ago Their first child learned to crawl here.They picnicked in back yardBy blue iris and a pink rose bush.Three-toed tree toads made... Continue Reading →

Her eyes arrest me,Hold meSoft brown,Kind yet piercing.Make me wish I knew her thoughts.What she must know! Her mouthTipsied by timeSweet and smilingJudging by lines That smile was frequent - CardinalsPerch on a happy heart.