Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Soul Mate

I hear his
whistling tune
his footsteps
on the stairs

I see his
model trains
racing round
the track

I smell the
oil and sawdust
amidst his
basement tools

he taught me
of wild birds
and took me
out to farms

we wandered
his backyard
for this child

he died when
I was young
but we have
stayed in touch

Friday, August 11, 2017

Old Barns

across the land
these relics loom
some still intact
some in decay

their stoic grace
a welcome sight
to those who pass
and life in need

in rain and snow
a refuge there
for human stock
and nature's crew

their sturdy beams
and weathered wood
infused with scent
of earth and hay

while cityscapes
may bring delight
these rustic barns
refresh our soul

Thursday, August 3, 2017


a looming threat
a source of fear
a dark embrace
beyond the light

a lasting grief
for those we love
a dreaded end
to consciousness

some hope to find
a state beyond
for all the end
of life that was

we see it take
our fellow beings
their fate a sign
of what's to come

death may arrive
too soon in life
or may await
our slow decline

but come it will
to all of us
no need to waste
our span of time

Monday, July 17, 2017


there is no fate
or destiny
no master plan
or grand design

just choices made
and chances missed
when we confront
life's fleeting gifts

and then we feast
on just rewards
or dwell upon
our past mistakes

for we have but
one life to live
and how we choose
will set its course