My Father’s Tears My father’s tears fell on my face as I stepped out into the gray of this January day. I felt my own tears join with his; I heard his voice whisper in my ear with none … Continue reading
Wandering through this desert world,
so hot the clocks are melting,
I stretch out my tongue to drink in time.
The precious moments of life
revive this dehydrated soul.
The persistence of memory,
the good, the bad, the happy, the sad,
lifts my eyes to the mountain horizon;
its snowy peaks give me strength
to rise and walk on.
From A Dance of Dreams
Elise Skidmore ©2015
Cardinals In The Snow I woke to snow falling; two cardinals huddled in the bitter cold as they rested in a bush outside my window. I always take cardinals as a sign from beyond, departed loved ones saying hello, … Continue reading
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’ “ Alfred Lord Tennyson Courage In The Coming Year Moonlight sparkles on unsullied snow, a fire dances in the hearth, and inside these four … Continue reading