
the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
poetry, prose, and photography

the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
stories of the past
yet I look to the future
I am far from done
Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.


star filled night
reaching heavenwards
caressing God’s face

so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind