A BREATH RELEASED

the energy of day resigns itself to evening   thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches   the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces   darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails      

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        

LOOKING ABOUT

Cottages are closed. Shutters replace screens. A few toys forgotten on lawns. A fishing pole leans against. the shed.  The lilac bush is asleep.  Lawn chairs stacked. The porch is empty.  Rose bushes covered.  Mail boxes prepare for winter.  Scattered leaves dot lawns and roads.  A few seagulls pass quietly overhead.  A stray cat wanders … More LOOKING ABOUT

A COTTAGE SONG

I remember the shadows and the long arms of equal strength. I see the smiles and pain and the seasons passing. The voices stream out into a river of noise until I hear the one voice I’m looking for.   The thoughts provide a salve of healing. There are scars, but no longer visible. The … More A COTTAGE SONG