At my window the wind is shrilling,

great boughs on the pines strain,

dripping water, weeping in the rain.


Leaves wild, wet, flying, seeking,

sighing, it is fall, the season has

become old, the night moon is

silver, the days drenched with

sunlight of gold.


The emptiness looms around

me, the fireplace, a monster

with fangs of flames leaping;

the autumn chill brings seasons



Winter will soon be here, it invites

us to rest awhile, be idle, and let

our minds stray, dream of warm

beaches, blue waters and white

foamy bays.


The willful chimes of our memories

are like melancholy bells, echoing

the past, the lingering sweetness of

time; of valleys, we have walked

through and mountains we have



Remember all the lovely things

beloved in days gone by; embrace

life, accept trials and tribulations,

be grateful for whom and where

you are today; smile.





Pray for the Children…

There is a scar upon the land,

a mutilation caused by fear,

sorrow dwells in the heart of

mothers and fathers, teachers,

society, the turmoil within the

minds of children rages, a storm

rising from the unknown; robbing

them of their childhood.


Slowly a wailing wind pulls innocent

souls away from the aching hearts

left behind, lost forever, a sorrowful

fog settles upon the land; it is grief.


When will the carnage stop, the

guiltless have no place to flee, the

troubled die, storms out of control;

those left behind clutch together in

a vigil of mourning.


God must be weeping…





Chasing Destiny…

A red-wine sun

laced with ginger

clouds dips in the

western sky while

darkness invades

a sleeping land; a

cold moon pierces

through the shadows

of night, the world

will now wait patiently

for another morning

light.  The destiny of the

spirit, life events and

the passion of time lies

suspended within the

walls of the conscience

inhabitants of earth; as

the dust of yesterday

settles behind the winds

of tomorrow.



One of the Hardest Things To Hear

Please, if you pray keep Terry close to your thoughts, if not, think of her, compassion travels through space and time melding all of us together as one. Thank you, Ann

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I am not going to make this long. I will just say that Al has not felt good for a few days. In his words, he says he fills funky. He has not eaten well for a few days. Today at his Day Program he blacked out and fell forward.

The Hospice Nurse just left our house. I want to take her simple and polite words and dissect them to death but I have to remain sane. I knew something wasn’t right when she made me leave Al’s room to talk to me.

I can still hear her words exact. ” Has he been talking about dead people? Has he mentioned anything about not being here long or taking a trip? I couldn’t find a pulse but did find a weak one in his feet. He may sleep a lot now. If he doesn’t want to eat or take his…

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God Lives Hear…

In grief sorrow gathers

memories into clusters

of time; they hideaway

deep within the mind,

spirit and soul pray; yet

the heartache never goes


A black bell tolls upon

silent ears, the soul tries

to protect the human

spirit from fear, this is the

hour of mourning, a mist

of idle breath, and tears

fall upon the brow of


Kneel beneath the heavenly

crown, remembering the

love as the eyes cast down;

loss, pain and tears battle

evil and good throughout

the years, wounds that

cannot heal; demons within

are soon revealed.

Love must dwell in a special

place, life must be lived with

grace; raise the voice to

heavens and sing, think only

of the joys the memories


Go into the future with a grateful

song; let the tears disappear, rid

life from unwanted fears, because

God lives here.



Seize the Hour…


Passion, the pulse of being,

pain and power of human

claim, desires of the mind

and heart; needs coursing

through veins.

Desolate souls, bewildered,

climbing through a pearly

haze, rise toward the wonders

of tomorrow, sweet, dew-wet

searching day-by-day.

Hours once slow go quickly,

flowers dying, cold is the

ground; the sky grows pale;

a weak wind wakes…life,

takes, takes, takes.





eBooks on…


In the distant sky brooding

clouds roll, like boulders

between our souls, mine

trapped in human form;

yours in heaven gracefully


A tear, a prayer, is that your

light flickering from afar, my

eyes are dim I can no longer

cry; still I cannot say good-bye.

I had no power to save you,

weakness lies within me,

bitterness follows me in my

dreams; nothing will ever be

the same, nothing is truly, as

it seems.