He holds up a lamp to light the way,

Carries a full basket home,

Has kind, smiling eyes...

There are days,

When I feel squeezed,

On others...

Even when plucked,

And later lying on the ground

A flower adds beauty...

Autumn has arrived.

A lukewarm sun,

Cool breeze, and...

Closed?????

But I love you!

Won’t you just open...

I wonder who’ll win?

Some join forces,

Others go it alone...

I wish my tears drops

Looked pretty like these…

But they don’t...

Together,

In each other’s arms,

And oblivious...

The setting sun

Concrete sidewalk,

Tiny holes...

A creative force,

Brush strokes,

The gradual creation...

It’s travel day,

Again.

Saying goodbye...

There is a tall palm tree that we pass by on our morning walks. It’s not far from my parent’s house. My mother usually listens to the news, ....

He is a kind man

Embracing a path

Unimaginable...

Let’s escape.

Where to?

Anywhere...

There are days,

I feel rusty and out of place.

It’s most disconcerting...

I grew up on burgers:

Colorful, tasty, satisfying.

Cheese, bacon, BBQ sauce and more...

There are days when the train

Just doesn’t stop.

I cannot get off. ...

The waning sun

From my parents backyard.

The days come and go, ...

There is a tree,

Close to where my parents live.

Yesterday as my father walked by

Our neighbor is a simple man.

Always wearing a smile,

Ready to lend a helping hand. ...