I can still smell the raspberries in the yard as I climb the mulberry tree. I remember those days of streetlights and alleys, frogs and fences days gone by. When life was young and endless
Catch the moments in a net But let them escape one day. Freedom comes in letting go You cannot capture time.
Footsteps In My Mind
Sandaled footsteps press upon my brain And echo through the lonely halls of time. The world in turn resounds with endless rain To patterns of my hearbeat's silent rhyme. And still I wander in a hopeless dream Of never ending secrets of my soul Wading through the summer's flooding stream In search of one relentless goal.
So now the days engulf me like the sea And I look back to years of yesterday To find my goal within the heart of me In dreams that I had almost thrown away. I searched for something that I could not find Ignoring sandaled footsteps in my mind.
The Sifting of the Grain
All and all I seem to hear The tinkling bell of a silent fear The tiny voice of something near The deepening tones that ring so clear
The ever watchful, soulful tone That appears to me as a haunting moan The dropping of a heavy stone The creaking of a skeleton bone.
Now I hear it oh so plain The tapping of a blind man's cane The falling clatter of midnight rain The sifting of the chaff and grain.
All and all I seem to know These sounds that seem to scare me so Are the sounds of hurt and pain and strife That sift with laughter, joy and life.
I have been writing poetry since the age of 15. This book is a type of journal for me, a documentation of the trials and tribulations in high school, college and beyond. I am now 65 and can reflect on the past as well as ponder the future.
About the Author
After obtaining my BS degree in English from Wayne State University. I went on to receive my MA degree in Special Education from Oakland University. I was a teacher for many years and now enjoy retirement with my husband and rescued dogs. Our two children and three grandchildren provide me with endless adventures. My love of nature and its relevance to all aspects of life is a gift I hope will be passed on to all who read my poetry.