Music   By Steve   The river of light cascaded to the floor Sweeping our eyes along with it We saw only one person Though others were there   The first riffs unleashed with a fury of passion Like a wildfire on a hot dry day The sparks flew and flames spread Throughout our spirits and our souls   The familiar chords awoke the emotions Bringing back those feelings of long ago Bringing back the joy of earlier years Bringing back the memories we had put aside   Not a catharsis, n

If the West Findley covered bridge could talk What would it tell us? One hundred and five years of use And thousands of crossings   The...

50   What does 50 means? From Alabama to Wyoming I’ve traveled through them all But still haven’t seen enough   Ice floes to warms...

Little tornado of happiness Little tornado of love How can a creature so small Bring both in such abundance?   He jumps for attention He...

Aloha By Steve The waves crash onto the shore Reminding those who live here not to leave Why would they want to leave such a place Where...

In the first rays of light of the new dawn The crimson leaves show through a fresh coating A soft snow had fallen the night before The...

An Analog in a Digital World That’s how he felt The world was spinning around him He wanted to spin a rotary phone   Digital?  He mused...

By Steve   It was the quintessential tea house Fourteen blends of black tea alone Served from steaming teapots “No Coffee Served” said...

I can hear the city But I can’t see the city Greenery & sculptures surround me   An occasional wayfarer also comes to experience The...

Pacific  The ocean is vast The ocean is beautiful The ocean stretches     Beyond eye-sight and comprehension   The clouds reach from the...

From foreign lands came newfound faces Individual adventures Within a shared adventure Different points of view and perspectives Shared...

Always Some say the wind is silent Some say it is unseen I hear the wind I feel the wind…always But to hear the wind, to feel it You must...

Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to see you again These lyrics are metaphorical, I’m sure But my muse was telling me to go....

My grandfather travels with me I never knew him He died when I was 3 But he lived long enough to see me He wanted to come to the beach...

Early morning walkers in the darkness that comes just before the light Do they walk every day at the same time? Or do the seasons...

By Steve The wind gently lifts the boats silently Across the bay The water is not smooth but rippled Like a crumpled sheet after a...

By Steve The suitcase was stranded Lying on the side of the road Forlorn and abandoned But still closed I noticed it back in 1974...

No Moon This Evening (Mobile Bay at Night) By Steve The near sky is dark No light reflects on the waters of the bay Which seems so still...

RRPL By Steve The lights of the city Seen from the library veranda All of downtown in one long view But it takes more Than one glance One...

Quiet By Steve The still waters Carefully and fully portray the trees Not a leaf misplaced in the reflected image The clouds are flat...