Walking by the Glimmerglass shore.....

Summer thoughts on a Summers day in Cooperstown

Summer's warm breezes filled the air,

As I wondered near the waters edge;

The sky in muted summer colors,

Called my name so I stopped to stare.

An ancient sound seemed to echo forth,

From generations who lived before;

Of marching men who took to boats

Docked and waiting by this shore.

To hear the birds as they float in air,

And watch the sun set on its way;

I think of my place set in time,

And wonder if here I should stay.

But life is but a fickle friend,

Who we cannot trust to tell us more;

We must cross the water in the end,

To make it to the other shore.

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.