If I had a Love Song

 If I had a love song,

it would flow like a river 

embracing our two shores.

If I had a love song,

it would be like dawn’s chorus:

birds blending each voice 

into a symphony of sound.

If I had a love song, 

it would be 

Like an ever-flowing spring

from a never-ending source.

If I had a love song,

it would be like the wind blowing

Silently dancing with the grass on the prairie.

If I had a love song,  

it would be about savoring a coffee

with pensive moments sharing.

Our thoughts

embracing,

singing,

dancing.

flowing.

If I had a love song,

It would be about 

You.

Love is Served Here

 Come to Happy Hour!

when you walk through the door, 

you’ll find we serve drinks and friendship.

Even if the table looks filled

We’ll find space

We’ll scoot back 

And, help you find another chair

to add to our circle

Not turn you away,

Our hands serve love.

We understand

what it’s like to be new,

alone,

unsure.

Join our circle of friends

Share a drink, 

share your ideas.

your presence, 

your thoughts, 

your memories:

they enhance us.

“Welcome, We were just talking about 

going to dances when we were teenagers,

do you remember the bunny hop?”

Come to Happy Hour at McCrite—-

Create new memories.

Where the circles can grow

Where the friendships can flow

June 2026

Opening Shot

Sitting on her patio, the grey-haired woman wears a red hat,

Laptop by her side waiting for the magic of inspiration..

She glances up from trying to write.

This is her Happy Place: 

Watching the trees sway in the soft breeze of summer,

And, listening to the rustle  of leaves like water boiling on the stove.

The sky is gray with the haze of July.

Hawks slowly survey the scene like a politician working the room for prey.

She waits outside finding peace In this steamy environment,

Sitting limp in a chair absorbing the peace before  life’s reality calls her.

The AC cannot lure her back into what  awaits for her:

Peace eludes her inside.

Cottonwood Trees

 Cottonwood trees fluttering

on the shores of the river---

bending and swaying 

with the summer breeze.

The trees aren’t fighting the wind,

but dancing with the wind---

Both moving rhythmically together

Creating mesmerizing beauty.

Resist and the wind will win.

Stand stiff and proud and trees will tumble.

Cottonwoods survive by

Not giving up but channelling 

energy, working together:

Bending and leaning into life’s struggles.

Turquoise Peace

Sitting in a beach chair near

Photo by CK Yeo on Unsplash

the Caribbean,

the waves flirting with my feet.

First, tickling my toes

And then licking them.

The tide is coming in

Coming closer and closer,

stroking my legs 

as I sit transformed

By Turquoise Peace.