we gather
the fire pops and crackles,
children's feet patter across the floor,
muted conversations hum
interrupted by roars of laughter
at stories well told
and reminiscences well made;
bodies are stooped and straightened,
faces are lined and brightened,
time has made its marks;
nothing has changed,
everything is different,
this place is emptier,
still it bursts with love
Category: Poetry
Hourglass
Perspective
last night the moon came down to Earth,
hanging so low in the sky -
it was larger than life,
bold in its bright beauty -
it felt as though
to keep driving
was to reach it -
that dreams were possible;
as the world moves
at a breakneck pace
these rare moments give pause -
bring a comforting peace -
reminders of the vastness of Nature
and our space in it all