Poems of our journey
Clouds on a Summer Morning What brings release from heavy feelings? I would tell you if I knew What I can share are moments From my walk one summer morning You see, my feelings have been heavy Sadness I cannot seem to shake But I could take my walk I saw familiar sights that brought … Read more
Marianne and I often walked in parks in Charlotte, specifically McAlpine Creek and Reedy Creek, and after she died I continued the tradition. But I allowed myself to become so busy, and for quiet some time never got to a park on the weekend. On Easter Sunday this year I returned to McAlpine Creek, and … Read more
The road lies before me There are gentle turns But the direction is straight The sky is clear with light streaks of clouds I catch a glimpse of a tiny black bug in the grass Bird songs are heard A few people go by I cherish this morning in spring. This pause in life’s activities … Read more
Love has many aspects… “Do not worry about all your tasks Take the walk in a favorite place Wear gloves that you may have Warm hands besides a warm heart.” And warmth has come to my heart As I pause on this cool day in late autumn Many trees are bare now As my soul … Read more
The day is mild and my mind is clear It is a gift Unsought and so very special My loved one has a simple wish For my happiness as I would wish for hers The bare trees are peaceful As is my heart Who could ask for anything more?
How lovely is the winter dawn! The gulls circle and glide High in the sky. The crows are not quite awake As they sit on the branches Of winter’s barren trees. The clouds are tinged with gray. Soon they will be transformed Into pink and rose As the sun begins its day’s journey. The thin … Read more
It is an early autumn morning The sky is entirely cloudless Except for the silky moon Which looks so like a tiny cloud. Back towards the city there is a dull haze And ahead on the road there is a soft mist Gently illumined by the rising sun So it takes on a lovely golden … Read more
I am the thousand winds that blow I am the river flowing Always changing, never clinging Your small mind is afraid That you have lost me And you cannot bear the word goodbye Say the word, say goodbye And I say hello I am the thousand winds that blow.