Falling back into the season

A wild wind blows through causing the red dirt to swirl and consume the air and all that’s in its path. The feel of fall is apparent in the change from too hot to a welcome cool that holds a secret of what’s to come. For all in west Texas, this seems to be somethingContinue reading “Falling back into the season”

First Breakfast

At the breakfast table we gather. Rain patters on the window outside. The coffee is hot. The cloud cover provides a feeling of comfort, one we haven’t felt during this ole drought. The record player spins softly in the background, turning out the sounds reminiscent of a time long past. Yet it’s happening now, andContinue reading “First Breakfast”

If Seeing Is Believing

The slow rain trickles, making a sound I’d almost forgotten amid a drought. Slight touches of cool air touch my skin like a girl who is flirting but too shy to commit. The front welcome me in and offers a chair and a drink and a chance to get the pen movin’ I’m always remindedContinue reading “If Seeing Is Believing”

Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.

On the cusp of two worlds is where I feel my feet find traction. The austere way in which I see myself leaves no room to adjust. I feel as if I have blocked my way. When did they get so tall? At times I can see from a birds-eye view all that I am,Continue reading “Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.”

Seasons Change

All these long hot summer days got me thinkin bout cooler times. Better weather, with a frozen haze hanging low like a cold blanket, laid out by God to let us know the seasons still change. Faster and faster these days go it seems. Time was slower when I was a kid, it’s strange.I lookContinue reading “Seasons Change”

Don’t Cry For Me

Up here, you wouldn’t believe it, there are no tears. I see the way you cry, yet I can not do the same. Not for lack of care or love, if I could do something it’s my love for you that I would proclaim. But, all I can do is watch from above. Here thereContinue reading “Don’t Cry For Me”

The Picture in My Nightstand

There’s a picture of you in the nightstand by my bed.It was “the best one” my mom had said. To me, it’s something you see in a bad dream.One you wake up from and can’t help but scream. I sometimes think of the life I’ve lived since you went away.What would you think of someContinue reading “The Picture in My Nightstand”

Small Town Symphony

Through the trees comes sunshine.It fights to make itself seen. In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.Waking up the sleepy inhabitants. I step out of my back door.I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view. I lift myContinue reading “Small Town Symphony”

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