The Seasons that Mark time...

The seasons like life revolve around,

Marching forward with no glances back,

With no regrets, without a care,

Each marking the Solstice here and there.

Spring with all of its awakening glory

Sends breezes through winter chill,

Touching us and bring warmth,

Awakening the giants on the hill.

Summer comes in torrents of rain,

With warmth and sun to ease winter’s pain

Until fall returns in colors gold,

To tell the secrets that she’s been told.

Memories of the Past

Evening Tide - taken near Old Forge

Memories like cymbals clanging

In each empty corner of each room

Feelings left unfinished

Brushed aside to hide the pain

Of love

Time heals they say

But that is not so

It only deadens a heart grown heavy

And our life when filled with woe

It marks the channel of the oceans current

Changed by our tides ebb and flow

So out on this sea of life we sail

Not knowing the way wind may blow

Poems left for other lovers

Line by line written so

But memories prove unforgiving

In feelings that eyes do not show

Life is like a bottle

Set adrift at evening time

The ride it takes only guided

By the moon and earthly tides

With no control and no clear path

We wander shores of sand and sea

Always searching for love

And in the end find life’s realities