Tag Archives: Starlight Dances

My Reality

She’s no human interest story torn from some eighteen point headline in the times; she offers no redemption or salvation to the readers of these lines, like those miles that you fly over as you run from one place to … Continue reading

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We met by chance, our wires were crossed

for Starlight Dances We met by chance, our wires were crossed in some freak Internet exchange; but in the years that came before we’d laid the groundwork separately for karma, destiny or fate to bind the ends of ropes thought … Continue reading

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When Twilight Pales

When twilight pales your umber locks to grey and lines the apples of your cheeks with care, takes the wind from your merry laugh, so gay, and makes your step less sturdy on the stair, remember this: I loved you … Continue reading

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For Starlight Born with Robbie Burns

Although some celebrate today the Scotsman’s favorite bard, my day is elsewise occupied and I shall find it hard to think of he whose “Auld Lang Syne” will ring out through the night. For this day someone else was born … Continue reading

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A Study In Contrasts

Presented for your consideration, two parts of an otherwise normal weekend, filled with taxiing teenage daughters, reading online journals, laundry, pondering work (yes, I am a closet workaholic), sleep (a necessity after the grueling workweek of endless conference calls and … Continue reading

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On Her Sleeping Form: an awdl gywydd

She’s sleeping there on the chaise, on her face a gentle look; dreaming no doubt of flowers, and quiet hours with a book. Her eyes are closed, her heart eased, and I am pleased that she rests; May her dreams … Continue reading

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The Dogwood

She with fond memories of elders now gone, & I with my own youth to call back to mind, bought a ten gallon dogwood last year, late in spring (& though maybe later than some would advise for a tree … Continue reading

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