SOFT DAYS AND NIGHTS

Summer is the end of all rules   where cottages have open window neighbors   and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams   its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant         Advertisements

I REMEMBER

the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth   windows shut sweaters appear   a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave   inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars   night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER

A FRESH LOOK

It was beautiful because, shaded solitude under a sycamore blanketing a dirt road   durable carpets of moss and grass exhibited proof of ancient inheritance   it’s a bewildering place for those just passing through and an oasis for those walking slowly