The Write Time

Twilight has faded.No warmth from the sun.Children’s voices are silencedAs pajamas are donned. The night is calm.The fountain trickles nearby.The crickets must be asleep.I let out a small sigh. Even the dogs are silentAs there is no moon.The stars are quite distant.The hazy sky fills with gloom. City lights in the distanceGrow dimmer with time.I…

The sun is going downUpon a changing scene.Memories flash byOf laughter, running free. The moon is unwilling to riseChallenged by a chill in the air.We’ve escaped summer’s grasp.Watch out! Fall is sending out its snare. Leaves change color:Fall in piles upon the ground.Children rustle through themFlinging leaves up and all around. Pumpkins from local fields:Some…

Friendship grows in different ways. Sometimes it starts at party. You’re invited by the host but you don’t know anyone else. You sit by yourself, desperately hoping someone talks to you. Then comes a surprise! You make a new friend because you find someone you have something in common with. You follow up that first…

What does progress mean to me?Where does it begin?Changing a point of viewFrom feeling the same way again? How do I start to changeThe thoughts in my brain?Is there any way to stopThat same old refrain? Memories can be painfulWhen I keep looking back.I’ve been hurt deeplyBy people in my past. People I have trusted:An…

A gentle breeze is blowingBarely disturbing the leaves on the tree.Green leaves are tinged with red and yellowSummer is ending in front of me. Grass green from months of sprinklersIs touched by patches, dry and brown.Will a light coat be needed soon?When will the leaves start falling down? The laughter of children’s voicesHas moved from…