A tortuous wind casts gray footsteps over a wide water. Tree tops shake green waxy leaves. A swirl of odorless breezes pushes like fast midnight feet. Fathoms of cool sand hold the shoreline intact. The slip of a curtain wags its tongue through an open window. Children create laughter out … More SATURDAY MORNING
We gather. Move into. Absorb the years. Claim the day, wonder about the past. Unclaimed and unfinished minutes become armies of hours, dissolving as they pass, draining beneath us, out of us, drowning us in the air we breathe. In youth our legs championed obstacles. Our dreams outdistanced everything. As gladiators we overcame and conquered. … More TURNING THE CORNER
The breath of summer slipped into September as if destined to die. Humid nights where fireflies attack the dark and ocean breezes lifted my hair, stay in August. A bonfire dances flames onto youthful tanned faces deeply absorbed with strength. Porch lights freely welcome homeless bugs while … More SEPTEMBER FIRST
A twist of air boldly pushes past August light; a song of different color; the end of summer. Night air signals the aroma of change. Cooler breezes mark time like a parade turning a corner. No wall of wishes prevents the rolling pattern weaving around me; I am a … More THE NOTHING ZONE
Roger Singer 