summer in the sand

hundred degrees in the sky and the sand,

winds blow daily,

mills run short of water on a daily basis,

summer in Nebraska,

in the sandhills of grass and yucca plants.

 

Sunrise

the battle begins between the light and the darkness,

the fight difficult,

a struggle for the ages,

everyday,

until the battle ends,

and the sunrise begins.

 

after the rain

 

Knox

defender of our backyard,

and killer of snakes,

you are missed,

thank you for all the love shown,

after my cancer,

the world seemed right,

 when I felt you jump onto my bed, 

and snuggle in by my feet,

late at night,

after your nightly round,

throughout the house,

making sure all was well.

 

Spring along the Dismal

spring along the Dismal,

a special time of year,

with sights and sounds,

and even smells,

to savor through the entire year,

deer along the river,

both doe and fawn, and buck,

turkeys heard a goggling in early morn,

as raindrops fall on clay banks,

creating a slippery muck,

Spring along the Dismal,

one of my favorite times of year.

 

painting

   paint on a canvas,

thick and vibrant,

an ocean or outer space,

or just paint on a canvas,

who truly knows or cares.

Some days

I have had days when I almost felt as if I could not face the day.

or found myself stuck in a difficult situation and needing help.

Then I realize I am not alone, I am never alone. I just need to learn to ask for help.