Thursday, February 14, 2019

POEM WRITTEN TO MY HUSBAND ON A PAST VALENTINE'S DAY



PRIME TIME: A POEM FOR OLD VALENTINES
We're growing older, Darling,
And our clothes are shrink-fit tight;
Dame Gravity is tugging at our skins.
And she won't give up the fight,
Though we struggle with our might,
Til our bellies have slid down to our shins.
But despite the surface rust,
The sinews of our souls have
Grown stronger as we've pressed the weights of Time.
We've grown more aware of living,
And a lot more self-forgiving,
As the lean of youth has mellowed into prime.
Oh, who can miss the summer
In these blazing days of autumn,
When we reap the fruits we planted long ago;
When our spirits pick up rhythm,
And the home fires burn so brightly,
Bathing we who bask around it in the glow.
---Rose Moore to Bob, Valentine's Day 1992
'VALENTINE BOB'
GONE FROM THIS WORLD, THIS BOB OF MINE,
BUT HE'LL ALWAYS BE OUR VALENTINE


Wednesday, February 13, 2019

WAS IT A SUNSET? ...


I didn't expect a sunset when Tuesday came to an end; not with the rains and the clouds and the fog that had risen so thick from the creek that flows from the western horizon.

To my surprise, I did see an aura of mauve in the fog, and it was surprisingly beautiful. 


If it wasn't the actual sunset, it was more than enough to satisfy me

Tuesday, February 12, 2019


Wet winter! 
Worst kind there is! I'm wrinkled like a raisin.
Thought it was my age 'til I realized it was the WEATHER!
 🤪

Sunday, February 3, 2019

FEBRUARY SUNDAY: CHANGING OF THE GUARD...


Sunday came forward this morning in gloom. Soon that mix of fog and cloud lifted, revealing a mix of blue sky, sunshine and fast-moving white clouds

Yesterday's mildness held firm in the night and is expected to rise to the 50s today. 


Icicles are melting fast off the eaves and snow from the roofs, and the waters are fast releasing themselves from under the ice of the creek.


Clearly the clouds and blue sky will be sparring for dominance during this day. Whichever wins, and for how long, the day will be more interesting and pleasant than the deep cold and darkness of the last weeks of January.


"This is the day the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it."



Saturday, February 2, 2019

A SUNNY, BLUE-SKY DAY BRINGS MEMORIES...


TO MY DEAR FRIEND CONNIE, WHOM I MET SO MANY YEARS AGO THROUGH CONCORD AIRPARK AND THROUGH FLYING...

So many jet trails in the sky today; how exuberant for me to look at them!.
I know I see the trails there because the skies ARE open and allow that visibility. Still, I love to think about the pilots happy to be flying there, not bound on the ground. I know you understand, my friend--you who have long had personal knowledge of how it feels to fly such skies with your own hands on the controls, and steering with your feet.So many years ago, for a time too brief, I shared that feeling, and it imprinted itself forever in my spirit. All it takes is looking up into a sky and seeing what I've seen today.


Sunday, January 27, 2019

A JANUARY SUNDAY EVENING SUNSET

A happy Sunday evening to you all! ❤️
I watched through my west window as the sunset began its evening show. From the sky, a mix of pewter, grey and silver reflected down onto the thread of water that still was visible upon the surface of the icy creek. 
As the silver disc of sun slid down beneath the trees, there was yet more beauty for my eyes to see, as a pale gleam of pinkish copper lit the sky above the trees.
It took its good old time in disappearing . I'm glad I didn't miss a bit of it! 😏