There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen
There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen
From Mike’s Garden
Do what you love; love what you do.
– Various
Ceiling, Las Vegas, NV
Zion NP, UT
Canyonlands, UT
8:00 am
Canyonlands, UT
Mesa Verde, CO
Canyonlands National Park, Utah… 8:00 am
At Mink Lake
At Mink Lake
Lounging on the deck
Steamer rug at hand
Perfect view before me
Maggie in her house
Steamer rug at hand
Too warm for it today
Maggie in her house
Underneath the deck
Too warm for it today
Crumpled at my feet
Underneath the deck
Maggie sighs, content
Crumpled at my feet
A pink and green quilt
Maggie sighs, content
Her Mum and Dad nearby
A pink and green quilt
Mike resting after lunch
Her Mum and Dad nearby
A rumble comes from Mags
Mike resting after lunch
Lounging on the deck
A rumble comes from Mags
Perfect view before me
“Reading is not work, not a chore, not drudgery; reading is the most joyful thing, yet, in the world.”
James Patterson
Eleven O’clock Walk
Eleven O’Clock Walk
Warm summer night
The moon above the hills
Stars bright through trees
Shadows fall in pools
The moon above the hills
A yellow crescent hangs
Shadows fall in pools
In squares of window light
A yellow crescent hangs
Then slips behind the hills
In squares of window light
We tread our cautious way
Then slips behind the hills
Obscured from view again
We tread our cautious way
Back to the open door
Obscured from view again
Yet a faint afterglow
Back to the open door
We enter, turn to see
Yet a faint afterglow
Warm summer night
We enter, turn to see
Stars bright through trees
Poem based on exercise in “Room to Write” by B. Goldberg
Old Favourites
I’d never give away
My first two teddy bears
They summon special times
Along with my red trike
My first two teddy bears
I’ve had them many years
Along with my red trike
Such memories of days past
I’ve had them many years
My bears and my red trike
Such memories of days past
The many toys I had
My bears and my red trike
What hours of fun they gave
The many toys I had
Old but not forgotten
What hours of fun they gave
Those toys of childhood days
Old but not forgotten
Though digital gadgets beckon
Those toys of childhood days
I’d never give away
Though digital gadgets beckon
They summon special times
Thinking of Mum as the one year anniversary of her passing approaches…
