grayscale photo of trees and road

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The road may not be of yellow bricks

To an emerald city it may not lead

But it is one that nonetheless

New friends and companions does breed

Lions and tigers we may not face

But instead unrest and disease

And we with common purpose will have strode

The future’s winding road

This might not be Kansas anymore

Or London for that matter

But as long as we hold onto our resolve

All our obstacles we will shatter


Something in the Wind


Girl, Ruda, Beauty, Youth, Mystery, The Silence, Magic

Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay

Quiet now, and listen –

Hear the wind – whistle and sigh –

It’s really rather musical –

It’s sound while passing by.

Yet we are warm and comfy,

Safe from it’s beating chill,

But it is still so nice to listen,

To nature’s melodic skill.

Quiet now and listen –

With me share and delight –

The chance for some togetherness –

As we cuddle on a windy night.




FOWC with Fandango — Musical



couple on bed using MacBook Air beside of window with white curtain


The couple lay side by side in bed.  Though they were met at the hip, there was no other contact, nor was a word spoken.  She silently worked her sudoku, while he scanned his messages on his lap top.

“Hey Sweetie, Don and Eva emailed and want to know if we would like some visitors.”

“Tell them not today, I’m really not up to it.”

“Okay, done,” he said.  “They said let them know when you are up to it, and hope you are feeling better soon.”

“That’s sweet of them,” she said. “I really just need to be by myself today,” she said reaching out her hand and pulling him closer.


Sunday Writing Prompt “Intimacy”

Never Truly Apart

Nails, Hands Together, Holding Hands, Mother Daughter

Image by Aline Ponce from Pixabay 

Never Truly Apart

As I watch you dying, I hold fast to

The life we still now share together

As a loving husband and wife.

You are so much frailer now

Than on the day we wed,

Yet you are just as

Sweet and lovely.

We hold hands




The sentiments were already running through my head, and the prompt from  Colleen M. Chesebro helped give me a structure.  I have therefore put the thoughts into a reverse etheree form.