Category Archives: Love Story

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Swelling with the possibilities

Of a future so sunny and fun

Of nights of warm skin and a cool breeze

And days of salty water and sun

To trace your palm with my fingertips

And taste your perfume on my tongue

As your mustache scratches and stings my lips

I feel what I’ve known all along

These days are numbered but endless

So I’ll wait and savor my memories

Of the promises made by our happiness

Overheard by the waves and palm trees

My Lifeguard

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I am the drifting cloud.
I am the darting dragonfly.
I am the upturned leaves awaiting a quenching rain.
I am the quivering blades of grass.
I am the flickering flame.
I am the ripples that grow into waves.
I am the music.

You are the sparkle on dew.
You are the blinding white snow.
You are the warmth of the earth and stone.
You are the darkness removed from night.
You are the long day.
You are the reassuring light.
You are the lyrics.

We are the storm.
We are the tide.
We are the seed sown and
We are the tree grown.
We are the newborn cry.
We are the autumn sky.
We are the song.

I could be alone.
You could be too.
But it is love
That makes us whole
And is the soul of the story told.

Equal Parts

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From my window I can see a pond.

I guess it’s not really a pond. It’s a bioswale where the runoff from the rain fills the retention basin until it can slowly seep into the ground. But, when the water is up, and there are ducks paddling, it’s a pond. It’s surrounded on three sides by a small forest and the little hill around it is high enough to serve for sledding in the snow.

There’s a hawk that circles over the woods occasionally; some doves nest nearby; a swarm of sparrows visits regularly; and every now and then a blue heron tries his luck. Mostly though, gaggles of Canada geese visit to graze the green grass on the slope and float on what water is there. I watch them grazing, a few keeping their heads up on guard while the others eat. Then in turn the others will stand watch until everyone has his fill.

The past few days a single goose has been here by herself. I say “her” because she’s a little slighter in size than most of the geese I see. She grazes alone. She swims alone. She tucks her legs under her and rests alone. A dog-walker came a little close, and she rose up and waddled a few steps, spread her wings in a flurry and settled back down. The puppy proved disinterested and wandered on.

So I wonder about this lone goose. Certainly, she would be safer among her relatives.  Might she be injured? But no, she has flown to the water and landed and swam, so clearly if she wanted, she could leave.  Has the flock left her?  Do geese do that? Abandon one of their own? But again, a gaggle passes over and she doesn’t even honk at them.  She has the grass she needs for grazing, the pond – should she need to move away from danger – and at the rim of the berm, she rests.

Brave goose.

She passes the time in serene surroundings.

Such is the way with wild animals. In uncomplicated nature, they are fulfilled in each moment. Once basic needs are met, they are at ease – creatures with no struggle, no schedule, no worry, no regret. Compelled at times to action, but moving freely, living their lives to the utmost of their natural ability.

And as the last light of day skims the treetops and sets the edge of the hill softly aglow, she lingers, content.

“…therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. ”

Matthew 6:25-34

On Her Own