Rays of late afternoon sun rained down into the water.
I thought I heard angels calling, but realized it was the
geese in the distance.
Angels
Tag Archives: river
Mighty Heron
I consider it a fortunate day when
we see one another through the river reeds.
River Sounds
Sometimes I lay in the loft and hear the water hit the docks.
The boats sway and their bumpers whine.
Ducks call out with protesting quacks and geese
continue their conversation in mid-flight.
I’ll miss you when we leave, dear river;
but will keep your sounds buried deep in my peaceful heart.
September 1
The tree outside our balcony is changing,
although the days are still warm.
September steps forward,
and I bid it a peaceful welcome.
Geese
Watching the geese fly across the morning sunrise,
hearing their distant honking calls–
wishing I could call back to them in return.
A memory
biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory
Some things that bind
rope, twine, trust, childhood,
lies, dreams, ribbons, memories,
secrets, chains and love
Summer Pleasures
afternoon storms
ice cream outside
the sound of children playing
all things green
bird calls in the morning
sunrise at 5:15 am
sunset at 9:30 pm
the smell of cut grass
coffee on the balcony
boats sailing on the river
sleeping with the windows open
misty morning fog
Fog
Sorrow clings like fog
Morning on the Allegheny
View from our balcony at 7:15 am.
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