I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
A Cairn’s Mountain View
Down The Road
The Quiet Constance Of A Cairn
Old Structures Reminisce
The Disappearing Barn
Memorial Park
No Need To Ask
Arbor Ador
Reminiscences
All Is Now
To End Is To Begin
Memory’s Fragrance
Everything
Unknown Depth
Remembrance
The One Hundred Year Old Window
Scent Satchel
Window to the World
Incarnation
Ghosts
Roam
Preserving Beauty
Pieces of Summer
The Cosmos
Passing Through
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.