The Write Time

Memories are funny things.Sometimes they lie buried for years.Suddenly they reappear, full of emotions.These emotional memories can bring tears to your eyes.These tears can be happy or sad.Both are good: happy remembrances or sad that the people involved are gone from your life.So many emotions pile up behind each memory: joy, happiness…If all your good…

Everywhere I turn my headThere’s something new to see.Spring flowers bursting into bloomThe varied colors of the trees. Animals have wandered hereSome large; others small.All have left a footprintThere are hooves. There are claws. All has changed in this short timeSince I was here before:Taller grass and new flowersThe wind is gentle no more. A…

All I hear is silence broken by bird song and my footsteps. Trees touching the blue sky and occasional cloud. The song notes of the birds: have I ever heard them before? Or have I simply never listened as I did today? Have colors changed? Is the sky more blue and the trees and plants…

I was happy to livein our new house on the hill.In days of sunshineWhen all was still. Then there was the nightWhen the angry winds came.Blowing out our powerLike a small candle’s flame. My fears grew large:The wind was out of control!I felt small and helpless:Caught in a whale’s blowhole. Swirling around our houseFierce winds blew!Shaking…

Do you ever have dreams? I don’t mean the ones you have while you’re sleeping.Nor do I mean those dreams of being rich; being retired; living on some exotic island, etc.No, I mean dreams in your secret heart that  you only share with those closest to you.I dream that way.When Jim and I relocated for…