Limestone Hill Trail

Hiking 

to the summit,

I find a bench and let

the oak tree's shadow reshape my

journey.

Symptoms

Ocean 

waves to and fro...

Like seashells I only 

hear the sloshes of this Covid

earache. 

The Memory Unit

Today

she hears Ol' Blue

Eyes. Let her go on then

dancing with her invisible

partner.

What I Remember

Echoes

extend the lives

of footsteps. Between beats

of rain and gunfire, someone plays

music.

Notes From The Garden:

Sunshine

reflected in

its core being: The prized

gift of the flower comes from the

flower.

A New Year In Perspective

golden-

eyed prospector

the fish in the river

blissfully unaware of the

eagle

One More Time Around

Corn maze--

dead ends aren't dead.

Just places to empty

the gold dust from our shoes and start

over