Autumn Nights

Chorus of crickets harmonizing as a soft breeze

combs the trees,

branches gently swaying...

Harvest moon winking at me through filmy clouds 

in the autumn sky,

a familiar face.

Memories flood back. I close my eyes recalling

games of hide 'n seek

with childhood friends...

Running, tripping in the dark through yards,

over rock and bushes

to touch Home Base.

Autumn's cool breath mixing with summer's

waning warmth beckons me

to stay and listen...

But turning a deaf ear to go inside and close

the door and miss

the chance to rest.

Tonight I pray Old Man Moon and cricket friends

resume their autumn play

for an audience of one...

Sitting in my Adirondack chair, head back,

absorbing the sight and sounds

of nature's best.

It's Always a New Day

Even when the sun isn't shining and a storm appears on the horizon, it's a new day every morning. It's a day filled with possibilities, opportunities, and "start-overs." Life has a way of throwing us off course, and the challenge is to take a hold of the steering wheel and get back on the road. 

My source of strength comes from my faith, family, friends, and writing. I recently submitted my manuscript, Between Heartbeats, to an interested publisher and as I wait for a response, I'm writing the sequel.

I love to write. When I sit at my laptop, the words flow like a mountain stream with each tap of my fingers. Are the words perfect? Do they express my thoughts completely, without fault? No, but writing is a form of therapy that is readily available, non-judgmental, drug-free, and I see the fruits of my work instantly.

So, my thought for the day is to find your vehicle which will keep you on course, and even if the ride is a little bumpy, at the end of the day all will be well.