One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told,
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss.
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*Whenever I am in Ireland a day does not go by that I do not see these birds. Once I see one I always hope for a second as this rhyme goes through my head…
Venice, Italy; Circa 1995
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Write a song
And find me in every line
Play a chord
And find me in the response
To your fingers
Moving along the strings
Sing a melody
And hear my voice
Along with yours
Sure and strong
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Like the sudden blink of light
From a firefly in the night sky
Or a shooting star
We hurry to make a wish on
The memories we make together
Happen suddenly
Are intense
Are fleeting
But they are never to be forgotten
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Autumn is here
It begins with brilliant-hued leaves
The smell of wood smoke
And cooler, crisper days leaving a chill in the air.
The early Autumn sun
Creates a shimmering green and gold sea
On Midwestern fields.
The golden sentinel of trees
That line the winding road
Of my path home,
The trees painted in every hue of red and gold,
Become an archway
With a multitude of autumnal colors
Dappled with sunlight
And aching for their beauty to be noticed
And embraced.
Winter is nipping
At Autumn’s heels
The fiery leaves that
Proclaimed the season
Now sadly litter the ground
As so much confetti after a New Year’s bash.
They skitter along the grass and pavement
A frenzied last dance
Before winter’s frost
Puts an end to the festivities.
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Oregon
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Oregon coastline
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Love is like a raging storm
Love is like the silence you find in the early hours of the morning
Love can hit you like a bolt of lightning
Or creep up on you
Like a thief in the night
Love can be passionate
And it can be quiet and unassuming
Love can consume
And it can calm
Love cannot be called
Just one thing
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The siren waits
Long, dark hair whipping in the wind
Her song echoing
Amongst the Cliffs
Calling her lover
Back to her
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The most potent first impressions
Are a dangerous cocktail of
Looks, personality and wit
With a dash of lust
Thrown in
For a kicker…
Siren Whispers 