Taking time to live right now. Day Tight gifts of living in the present. Where the Past Meets the Present. On September 30, 2015. The river was deep and cold; dark and wide. Running fast and far, to the other side. Out from shadows, figures appear. Over there and over here. And there all stood, face to face. The young and old in that place. In silence they looked or stared. Not a single word spoken, no one dared.

There are no mistakes in magic. Published February 26, 2018. It was warm day today. I spent some time with my daughter and granddaughter. We had lunch and when they went home, I spent the rest of the day organizing and packing stuff for my other daughter to take to her new apartment. I never thought I would love living alone so much! Published February 18, 2018. Published February 17, 2018. Published February 17, 2018.

Readers make the best companions. To areas rarely seen,. The top ledge of the bookshelf. In their searchlight nudges,. To get out a duster and flick. And I notice its fine silken thread. Right to the open book.

Dreams, Midnight, Stars And Twilight. Words born at night, visions appearing in the sky;prose poetry, ponderings and words. For You To Be Here. July 25, 2015 in poetry. For you to be here,. The sun retraced its steps. Back down the path of day. For you to be here,. Again we learned to listen. To the song of your heart. For you to be here,. Old sorrows had to rise. From the bottom of the sea. And ask why it was. To take your light away. June 26, 2015 in poetry.

Overcast, subdued, a preview of Fall. Fills the air with a sense of silence,. Even as emerald swathes the hills. It is easy to picture Maples. Wild geese will soon vee, merely ritual,. Now they winter here, comfortable. With abundant corn, greens grown for their. Like this world waiting for Technicolor. Of turning leaves, dying vines, pumpkins.