in some houses no one,
presses, steams and irons,
clothes, the inevitable linen,
no more.

busy days we are pressing words,
hanging out for all to see,
to disagree.

a private place, a box, there
are some you will never see.

secrets.

We’ll not speak of
once upon a time:
life’s no fairy-tale
with its sweetened rhyme

of make -believe
we’ve walked through
such trials and tribulations
they, I and you

no need for bouquets
or laurels, or fame -
only love and acceptance
that will accompany our each name

as long as the light still glows
and songs are waiting to be sung
we’ll not be overcome by shadows
our hearts will beat just like when were young




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Close the door
slip the latch and let it fall
I am sad to say farewell
but I must leave you all,
imagine me at peace
freed from earthly things,
I am the autumn breeze
a winter wind that sings,
I am rain, I am sky,
a part of everything,
we did not say goodbye,
I am summer, I am spring
blossom, light as air,
don't think of me as gone
look around and I’ll be there

A morning of overcast sky in Nevada
Is very like landscapes painted by El Greco.
Cobalt sky smeared with silver gray shadows
In a candy floss tumble of gunmetal clouds
Gives a subtle light that makes things mysterious
And creates a canopy of comfort for a winter day.
ljm