A lighthouse cups her hands around her mouth and calls out into the darkness

A weather vane ignores the wind and gazes beyond yesterday’s drifting clouds

Rocks pin an unfolded map on four corners, not wanting the past to fly away

The North Star embraces the sky, waiting to catch my eye and lead me home

Red Kites Blur

Red kites wave

Hello, goodbye

Tails trail close behind

Yesterday’s voices remain

A moment of recall

A reunion of who I am, who I was

Shifting winds distract

Focus gets lost in the clouds

As red shades blur out of sight

The tail flutters as a reminder


Summertime Nostalgia 

Moments ripen, falling off trees

Scents of youth congregating midair, hovering – waiting for a breeze

Footsteps running, collecting in silos, overflowing, rolling downhill

Laughter’s arms wrapping around me, a tight embrace that won’t let go

Sunlight’s release, captured on my face

Head tilting back, eyes closing, soaking in through open pores

Summertime – here, now, imprinted 

Nostalgia to be tasted forevermore 

Mosaic on a Clear White Space

Old photos taped to a wall

Hints of age and wear, edges frayed

Crease lines overlap faces, names

But not reminders of you, me, them

Black and white, some things never change

Colors extend, each moment, each glance

A mosaic of life projected on a clear white space

Life’s collection, unique shapes and sizes

Yet randomly fit together perfectly

Nudging Deja Vu

Long strides, short breathes

Differing tempos, each to themselves

Pebbles escape falling footsteps

Soft patters role and settle along pathway’s edge

Yawns before sunrise nudge deja vu 

Yesterday walks quietly past, unseen

Up ahead, awaiting my arrival, patiently

Gently falling in stride

Step for step, in unison

Silently reacquainting

Just for a moment

Before letting go

Sideways, I Find Myself

Sideways, I find myself

With tilted views through unfocused lense

As skies pour from glass pitchers, upwards they fall

Puddles form overhead, waiting for children’s feet to take flight and land, splashing laughter below

Memories spill, overflowing with yesterday’s faint scent

Rested foreheads gently lie on my shoulder, they’ve returned

Lingering for tomorrow, a reunion, never to let go again