A Gift from Lou

I took my glasses off
To see clearly on the trail;
A cool wind on my cheek
Moving water beneath the bridge
Gravel under feet
The horn of a distant train
An overhead Cessna – wondering if they can see me
As I stand amidst the Four Cedars.

The Back Porch

The stairway stood in time

As orange changed into gold

A flame was left to Seethe

Then Smoldered in the cold

Persistent and continual

The never-ending burn

A spark was all that’s needed

For all I hold and yearn.