Oh, but as they see just one Colorful leaf fall at a time Unbeknownst to them there Will be a two inch bed of Harvest colors come the morning su…

She’s trying on a newly found adap… One that she never knew she had— It must have been in storage— A fluid dress, she thinks she like… As she bends over backwards

Trembling lips come together Tongues—trepidly flicking, teasing… Saying hello. The inevitable push— The world fades away

Faithfulness and trust equals love… Just like Love is a dove. Be kind, gentle and true, Your days and nights will not be b… Your life together is what you mak…

It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,

In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…

Through all the stress and all the… The thought of giving up almost dr… At times he feels as though it’s a… He often relaxes and meditates, so… But with so much negativity how wi…

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

Children run and laugh and play Even in their shortened day A soft dry breeze Threatens all the crumpled leaves As Winter slowly makes its mark

That which you have stolen Is in your potent hands. You hold it there securely Not letting a pulse be spared Of the ceaseless ache of love for…

Woman who watches Her life from the sidelines Pleasing but empty A tearjerker sometimes— But after the show,

Working in the fields, stopping To rest in the shade. Their son four, asked his Dad. “What’s the Best Drink of All?” “Son, I don’t know.

Oh, she wishes that she could fly To hover in the sky. Be close to you, her Lord, Under your caring and powerful eye… Only then would she feel as free a…

Once upon a midnight dreary, as he… All the multitudinous forms which… Suddenly there came a tapping, the… Had she caught him nearly napping?… Only she and no one more.

The faded ash of her mind There’s always tears in her eyes Just pain is all she can put No explanation comes to her Feeling not sadness just the life…