Across the water, shines the light: a bobbing, gilded trail; a sunset strand of gold and glow that floating calm across the chop of purpled-black and ember waves still leads us on to where the graves of day’s last sunlight drop once fought its losing battle—slow: a spark of fire gone pale as silhouetted silence […]Read more "Light on the Water"
The earth has donned her misty veil, With softened beauty, waiting for the sun To bound up strong above the trees And live again the ancient dawn When night and day first wed above the seas, The stars as witness to the two as one Who dance till earth and sky shall fail.Read more "On a Foggy Morning"
On aged and crispy pages of September, She loves to write her name with sweet finesse, In long and swirling script around the trees; Unseen, but not unfelt, just as the breeze That forms the flutt’ring train of Autumn’s dress– An auburn trail, enchanting to remember.Read more "Autumn"
I like to take the long way home, The road that strays among the hills And wanders in and out among the trees. I like to feel that southern breeze. Its gentle touch and simple thrills Invite my car and me to roam. The sunlight scatters through the air To settle on the maple limbs […]Read more "Evening Drive: Tennessee Edition"
I like to take the long way home, The lazy road that wanders there Among the sagebrush outside town. I like to roll my windows down, The cool air swooshing through my hair, Bewitching me again to roam. The sky shines blue after the rain And stretches, touching earth on all Horizons. Puffs of white […]Read more "Evening Drive: Wyoming Edition"