sunrise . . .
small branch growing
from the old tree trunk
sunrise . . .
Category: Poetry
bright October day
bright October day
Fall days begin to go by
a poem holds the view
still for a moment
new arrangement
new arrangement
for flowers from stores
carnations last
From Psalm 17
grey sky and blue
grey sky and blue
a tree that will lose
its leaves and
rest awhile
grow anew
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.
raindrops: two haiku
raindrops
robin in a daylily
garden
raindrops
on a branch
almost Autumn
