Photographs

He sits on the sofa,
flipping through pages
of a family album.

A sad smile crosses his face
as he remembers the past.

Summer vacations,
birthday parties,
children’s recitals
and graduations.
Anniversary dinners,
barbeques
and Christmases past.

He sighs deeply,
longing for days gone by –
Not realizing
that they are only
fragments of life
made into perfection

– Moments frozen in time –
Captured only in photographs.

Whisper Soft Evenings

Soft as
a whisper you
reach for me in the night,
gently beckoning me into
your arms

Surrender

Indecision clouds the mind
much as the veil of fog
that gently obscures the early morning moon.
Reminiscent of moments
in which resolve takes on an air of conviction,
yet uncertainty slowly drifts in.
It is said that nothing is permanent in life except change,
and I am witness to that
as I watch the dark sky surrender to the sun.
Although still masked in fog,
it carries forth the prospect of opportunity.