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

The Fall is over and winter is marching in...

Near Old Forge, NY

There is finality about fall,

All the hopes of summer have come to and end.

Spring is long gone with its whisper of promise as

Mother Earth has put on her dress of color;

 The color of the earth’s final show.

All that is left is the somber white of winter,

Its cold and windy sleep.

The season of death

For all that bloomed in spring,

That cannot comeback again.