Setting Sun

Setting Sun I was on my evening walk I stopped right in my tracks Two geese ahead were making it clear They did not want me to bring any more fear Into the night of the setting sun The rising moon Their time for flight was much too soon They would rather sit here in…

Life, Work

Life, Work Sometimes it is just not romantic Writing life-filled poetry We all want life to be good and whole And it is Yet life seems to live on a backdrop of death We cannot see in total darkness We cannot see in total light We have to have a both and an and We…