Thousands of miles flown
Some business to attend to
First, the sun will set
Month: January 2019
Wedding Wine
The guests were thirsty
Generosity revealed
“Do what he tells you”
A Weak End
Rushing through the days
Hours expire unenjoyed
Still no time to rest
The March
Thousands are marching
Some say “anti” some say “pro”
They shall overcome
Peace requires a short memory
I swear I forgive
There’s no malice in my heart
Won’t drink that poison
VHS
These old tapes are saved
and we watch
Times were changing
and we didn’t see
Our eyes catch details
preserved, but past
Our ears ring with voices
of loved ones, passed
Like our memory
images have softened
Sharp edges are not clear
We seemed to glow
Humble Stumble
Sleet ain’t neat
when it causes your feet
to slip and slide and tumble.
Just remember when
you look ridiculous, friend,
your stumble will keep you humble.
Mondays
Mondays can be tough
Made worse by petty people
Thank goodness for friends
Black ice
Snow-covered pavement
January sun will melt
Refreezing tonight
The mechanic has my car
Unexpected stroll
Two miles and then one half more
I’m in no hurry