Poetry, Writing

Ghosts

Perhaps appropriate to the season, it came from a comment somewhere “the ghosts were many that day.” (I wish I could remember where.) The rest just flowed from that. The ghosts were many that bright fall day And many a spirit did slip away From all that may yet do them good In the living… Read More Ghosts

Poetry, Writing

The Future Woven

I am back!  (Yes, this means I can see again, functional glasses achieved!)  Here is a touch of whimsy and hope in celebration.  I hope you enjoy. Spin and weave the future Soft within your hands Spurn the fate’s illusions As the truth demands. Cup Always for a moment Watch its wings gently beat Release… Read More The Future Woven

Poetry, Writing

Sunrise

Many folk I know feel the never ending night is near. Here is something to lift your spirits if you are feeling the same. Be of good hope. Though the night be black and angry And the battle is drawing near Do not fear the coming darkness For the dawn will still appear. No terror… Read More Sunrise