Of
Gratitude.
But for the grace
But for the grace A thin man walking, aloneeach step, prouda steady pacea determined expressionshoulders backa smile on his face. He meets a stranger along the waypleasantries exchangeda howdy-doa chat about the weathera sturdy handshakeand
A Christmas Toast
A Christmas Toast To my family and my friendsIt’s Christmas time againAnother year is overand just around the benda longer year than mostwe all wished that it would endI hope we never seeA twenty-twenty here
Ambling Man
Ambling Man As I sit and meditatesoft music and nature soundsfilling my head As I contemplate my journeyI realize that I have walked a crooked pathA path with many turns, winding Forks that I have
A Lovely Work of Heart
A Lovely Work of Heart(for Catherine Searle) When I’m anxiousWhen I’m blueWhen I’m scatteredor in tattersWhat to do?I turn to you! So lucky to have you as my friendYou never scold me or pretendYour always
No Wonder
No Wonder Woke up this morningGot up at sixDrank me some coffee ShavedTook a showerPut on some fresh clothesThen had some more coffee Went outsideA beautiful brisk morningAnd I breathed Breathed in the fresh airSmoked
The Man in The Mirror
The Man in the Mirror The mirror is kind. As I look, stare, examine the face looking back, it’s less me, and more someone else. Someone lovely and deserved of admiration, who lived a life
Half Full
Half Full In the dark, in my chairthe sound of silencesplits the night Paul and Art forgotten friendsplay hauntinglysoftly sing to meon this cold thanksgiving night holiday spreada pot pie, apple saucewell… it’s fineI dine
The Breeze
The Breeze I sit in my breezewayoverlooking the pondGod staring just at meas He waves His magic wand I see fish and some tadpolesI see geese, a lonely craneI see deer and some ducksI see
Another Start
Another Start As I wakefrom a dreamPut my feeton the floorTo the kitchenI walkfor my coffeeonce more I look aroundLight a smokeWipe my eyesTake a tokeHear the quietof the mornThanking Godthat I awoke In the
One More Day
One More Day A face I don’t recognizeIn the mirrorStaring back at meEach morningEach day As I trim my beardMostly silver, mostly greyAnother day goes byAnd I sayThank you Thank you for my sleepDeep and
A Tiny Drop
A Tiny Drop A single drop of rainThis sunny dayOn my shoulder Did lay I noticed and wonderedWhere it came fromfrom where and why did it come Quenched thoroughly for a momentAs I absorbed its