Snowflakes drifting sideways
Skies a gloomy grey
Another storm
Becomes the norm
Please winter, go away!


Ain’t No Sunshine…

The warmth is at a minimum
as shade demands its way
Stiff branches drip
from stem to tip
devouring each ray.
A bud will form
the branch will swell
to fill with sap and seethe
bursting forth until the tree
Has found its time to leave.


The strength it takes to be a man
admired by the masses
Is absent in his trembling hand
in search of reading glasses

His tired eyes still hold that light
that never seems to dim
A love of life for which he fights
still flows from deep within

He longs to be a hundred years
upon this Mother Earth
At eighty-nine he’s faced his fears
God must have seen his worth

The road ahead will challenge him
to gain back what he had
I have no doubt he’ll fight and win
this man of men, MY DAD!

Mother of the Bride

I hear a tiny footstep from the past
A whimper from the room just down the hall
I try to capture them and make them last
But soon they fade away and high hopes fall
The walls are filled with moments etched in time
Sweet memories of little ones abound
I labor to preserve such things sublime
Until reality comes back around
And so it is, they’ve grown, and left the nest
That once provided them with all their needs
And found their place out there among the rest
Of all I’ve ever done, they’re my best deeds

My heart will keep the little ones inside
While marveling at the seeds I’ve sown, with pride.


The butterfly may lose her wings
(they don’t last very long)
But in the process, other things
have surely come along.
The worm emerged
(despite the birds)
and inched along his way
Towards all the things
the sunlight brings, and
she watches still, each day.





Nubble Lighthouse, Maine

The urge to walk that lonesome shore
Where beach and I are one
To make a bed of ocean floor
And melt beneath the sun
Will stay with me
My love of thee
Has only just begun.

I hear the silent screaming
Of the lonely, angry sea
And all the while I’m dreaming
Of warm waves caressing me
A burning flame
I cannot tame
Until I’m one with thee.

A constant urge I cannot purge
My longing for the sea.



The mighty wind is blowin’ gainst the walls
As drafty gusts meander down these halls
With power only nature can possess
It turns the mighty mill and lifts our dress
As hats go flying through the air off heads
The mighty force of wind is faced with dread
While down the road I watch the tall trees sway
Two pine trees dance first this and then that way
A lovely waltz against a sunlit sky
Oh how I wish that we could dance on high
A lonely leaf just flitting cross the snow
Bereft its tree, it knows not where to go
I sit beside the fire wrapped and warm
As nature takes tranquility by storm


There’s a bite to the cheese
that gets better with age
A sweetness in wine
that appeals to the sage
But regardless of care
Or the potions you’ve tried
Our head loses face
The more age is applied.