Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Though I may be his master this I tell,
That he speaks to my heart, he’s trained me well.
Chez Catherine…As I sipped my champagne, I knew there’d be more in store for later I was to receive the true icing on the cake: hearing my grandsons sing “Happy Birthday, Dear Grandma…Happy Birthday to you!”
Winter is coming! Not tomorrow or next week, not this month or next month, but surely winter is sneaking in, seeping ‘neath the back door sill…
As seasons come and seasons fly
and leaves once green, turn gold,
We know while life is passing by,
Our story’s being told.
Poetry, Day 2: Gift, Acrostic, Simile
An acrostic, using the letters that spell “Cavalier King Charles Spaniel” as first letter of each line: “My Daily Bread”
“…Twas that rainbow heaven moment
When I knew that all was well
And the babe soon born would bless us
With his gentle smiling self.”
The end of the day, at our Polynesian Village, another incredible sunset, after another memorable day in our little piece of a peaceful world.
“…Berryman Place….As an impressionable nine year old, I was relieved that it wasn’t “Bury man Place”. I don’t recall having seen any “berry” men, but I do remember the “Ice Man”, the “Milk Man”, the “Soda Man”, the “Coal Man”, the “Knife-sharpening Man” and (my favorite) the “Ice Cream Man”…read more…
This sonnet is a reflection of the happy days so long ago, when we surreptitiously (or so we thought) parked across the street from our new home.