A simple thought

 If Wishes Built Legs

I yearn for the day 

I might hike trails again, 

letting my mind search 

for a poetic refrain,

even as my brain is jogged,

before I set off at the start,

knowing the loveliest strain

must stem from my heart.

Fourteen Words for Love, 2023

 I love this truth: I’m in love with my best friend. Isn’t that wonderful?

It is only when I forget my needs that I can begin to love.

My love is not merely written on paper. It is etched in my heart.

When winter gardens refuse me flowers, I am grateful I have you to see.

I see photos of us together and stare in awe at my good fortune.

We must have loved before, in another time, place, existence. How else explain it?

More than half a century together, and I still love her even more each day.

There’s a time for passionate love, also one for becoming quiet. Both are sweet.

Two connected adjustable beds and remotes, one body pillow, a cuddly cat. One love.

She’s real and authentic all the time. I wouldn't have it any other way.

If love is a lottery, I’m so glad she took a chance on me.

When it’s dark, she’s my light. I’m glad there’s a day dedicated to love.

I prayed for peace and calm, and she became the answer to my prayers.

When I have only one more smile remaining, it will be just for her.

Who am I?

 Ego Rag

I cook for meditation, seldom travel on vacation, enjoy any kind of book, mostly soups and salads for this cook. What I write’s mostly heartwarming, in public I am charming, I can’t sing, not a lick, as for dancing, I’m just sick. I have known some darker sorrows, still have hope for bright tomorrows, like to walk with my love fair, simply strolling, being there. I’m not rich but I don’t mind, know the value of being kind, have many ways to increase my worth, still have hope for Mother Earth, keep the future in my sight, aware the past ended last night. Other poets I do woo, appreciate all that they do, hold no truck with pain or woe, too much to do before I go, strive with all my might to always do what’s right. Getting quite older, there is that, still have time to be a cool cat.

What do I know?

 Success

My bones are better than they once were,

fragile as a child, broken as a young adult,

strengthened now by effort and time.

My eyes see more, and better too, and when

they’re tired, they rest, not needing to

gather every sight, sometimes happy to 

simply watch a young couple in love stroll by. 

My back and knees know how to bend, and how to

lift, to stay away from trouble in its many forms,

because my ears no longer 

hear the proud demands of youth. 

The sky is bluer than it’s ever been and

I have yet to see a lake that did not calm me. 

Warmed by the sun of the West, I can’t wait

to see what each new day brings to 

add to my joy.