Tired, heavy eyes Watching the sunrise breaking Over the highway
It’s almost a dream, Riding down this small town street The lights at Christmas
Lying on the beach The children playing in the sand A soft breeze on the bay
Listening to “Blue Train” At the end of a summer day I’m old fashioned that way
At the bird feeder, Chickadees, Finches, and Swallows- Inside- watching, sipping coffee.
She is sent to bed, In these summer months, Just as the sun is breaking the horizon, Just as the light turns golden, Just as the fireflies emerge. How can she ever be convinced That there is nothing magic being left behind? Who could ever sell that lie While the earth emits sparks And clouds… Read More Poem of the Day # 12 – 7/1/17
First- Set the metronome CLICK…click…time…clicks Bye Bye Blackbird on the lead sheet and “Pack up all my care and woe” in F-Major suitcases, travel slow, at first Searching for the time Searching for notes Click..CLICK “Here I go” again at the altar of time again offering up some small … Read More Poem of the Day # 10- 6/28/17