Monthly Archives: September 2022

Today,
Fred ventured outside.
Vigilant, ear bent, …

Barrels or poles.
Not exactly sure.
Yet I like them, …

Stormy, cloudy days,
Often precede clarity,
Tranquility, beauty. …

Cool cloudy days,
Are beautiful,
Even breathtaking. …

Behind erected walls,
Deep inside the dark,
In a heap of doubt, …

At the end, It’s the small, Caring gestures, That matter, and Brighten our lives.

Gifts,
Come in many forms.
Wrapped in silk, …

A rainbow of colors,
As the sun sets,
And the sky, …

Bare walls,
Unoccupied chairs,
An empty space. …

A setting sun,
With patches of life,
Painted on the ground. …

Growing up alone,
Was hard.
Guitar, melancholy songs, …

Perspective matters.
For many years,
Other points of view,…

Things I can’t see,
Yet rather believe exist.
Just there, …

In younger days,
I likewise wanted,
To leave something behind. …

I find it curious,
And rather inexplicable,
That even inanimate objects, …

A happy flower,
Or a friendly,
Ten-eyed beast. …