SERENADE

The sound of a guitar holds cool night air hostage as the notes drift over the sidewalk below like soft linen draping the skin, holding tight while retaining the heat.  An easy changing of chords reminds me of ocean blue days and warm sand or the aroma of approaching storms. The music breaks the bonds … More SERENADE

LIGHTS OUT

Night pushed in.  Cool air brushed over me.  Crickets start.  Clouds look cold.  Shadows fade.  Porch lights start.  Empty swings.  Windows close. A cat sits by the door.  A few leaves fall. Toys in the yard.  The last slivers of dusk.  A screen door closes.  Laundry on the line.  Baseball on the radio. A distant … More LIGHTS OUT