November Robins

Breast the colorOf weathered bricksShiny black headOf the maleDuller charcoal black Of the femaleDirty yellow beakFeathers charcoal greyBeads of black for eyesAccentuated by rings of whiteIt is the eyesWhich captivateSeeming to penetrate Deeply into my soulThey remain fixedNot deterredBy my return gazeIn IrelandThe robin (spideog) Is considered to beSacredBelieved to haveAcquired its red chest fromContinue reading “November Robins”

Slowing Down

Slow me down, LordEase the pounding of my heart…This has been my prayer for decadesHurrying is a tough habit to breakBut so important to at least tameFor when you always hurryYour focus is narrowEyes on the next goal postNo passing GoNo collecting a Hundred DollarsYou do not pause to embrace the sunriseOr be awestruck byContinue reading “Slowing Down”

The Viburnum

My dad kept popping up in my thoughts I was planning a summer picnic More than once, when asked who was coming I included my dad. In fact, I said, “And, of course, dad!” The summer family picnic Was always held in August To celebrate dad’s birthday He loved the get togethers in his honorContinue reading “The Viburnum”