Monthly Archives: September 2023

That which stands,
Close at hand,
Tends to distract. …

Our local library,
Is rather small.
Hidden in a quiet corner, …

Some create,
As others collect.
At day’s end,…

There are days,
I envy flowers.
They aren’t bothered,
By people, …

Some bared legs,
Get cars to stop,
While others, …

As the days pass,
I too,
Am open only,
From nine, …

Autumn’s cool breeze,
Has once again arrived.
Fallen leaves, …

If life is a circle,
Then I’d like to fill it,
With all the colors I can, …

Some names,
Are quite strange.
But only because, …

One day I climb,
Only the next to descend.
And so days pass, …

Simplicity,
From a distant past,
Where pure laughter, …

Discolored bricks,
Display character.
Much like scars, …

Youth is often adorned,
In lively and bright,
While the aged,
Are cloaked in wisdom,
Cracks and lines. …

Some days,
When it’s rather late,
Words quietly stay away. …

Today felt cracked and dry.
As the hours passed,
Ghosts of bygone years, …

When sunsets arrive,
I like to look back,
Rewind the day, …