early morning quiet
as I read, one leaf
takes its time
and falls gently
to the ground
Category: Large Print Short Poems
sunrise . . .
sunrise . . .
small branch growing
from the old tree trunk
some time
some time
in my small study
so I do not miss
small gold leaves
in the wind
always seems
always seems
a short time
tiny rows of corn
grow tall in fields
and then the harvest
grey sky and blue
grey sky and blue
a tree that will lose
its leaves and
rest awhile
grow anew
late summer garden
late Summer garden
and the lake in sun
blessings of friendship
with art we can keep
with art we can keep
what may seem lost
create with faith
the best we can
My father taught history, and my mother taught English composition and literature. Every day includes both. Remembrance and Hope.
Large Print Poems 