Monthly Archives: May 2010

______________________ You’ve no choice but to take it for its name is TOMORROW and it offers hopes and fears and joys or sorrows and laughter and tears or just some ordinary days depending on your luck or your karma or … Continue reading →

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star” I learned when I very  young and though since then I’ve wandered far I still recall how it was sung. The stars still hold their lure for me and when I wander in the night. I … Continue reading →

The trees look tired. Their leaves have been beaten by a downpour and they appear about ready to fall though it is only May. Raindrops drip from them though the storm has passed. Tall grasses are beaten down and  some … Continue reading →

When the birds sing joyful songs I wonder if they’re joyful — or if they’re anything at all with feelings like our own. When music makers make us sad or glad are their emotions tuned in to the sounds that … Continue reading →

Some folks are in charge of worrying. That’s quite a load they’re carrying. They find it difficult to trust — thus feel more pain than the rest of us. Does worry keep the worst from happening or make worse the … Continue reading →

It was a hill that took his breath away on those many days he chose to climb it. It turned into a mountain on the day he had his stroke. From his convalescing  bed he only dreamed that he accessed … Continue reading →

I can still feel (though it was years ago) the tap on my left shoulder as I sat in symphony hall in Nashville made by the woman sitting behind me as the intermission began. She leaned over and said: “You … Continue reading →

My mother bit bed pillows on the long end as a way of holding them before slipping clean pillow cases over them. Another way to do this is to clasp the pillow between one’s chin and chest. To avoid the … Continue reading →

I bought it years ago and have found comfort from it in all seasons — but mostly in winter. It has long been a friend sought out and brought off its hook when evening comes and coolness resides in my … Continue reading →

I held it firmly before I went to sleep last night — this fledgling poem. I was so certain that even if I let it go it would be there beside me when I  woke up in the morning. But … Continue reading →