
spring moving forward
flowers carefree in the sun
bees ignore my gaze
Facing Forward

spring moving forward
flowers carefree in the sun
bees ignore my gaze

suburban sunlight
neighbors socially distant
feeling springtime’s close

the wind blowing cold
painful to fingers and face
sun upon the mountains

more sunlight each day
and the grace of warmer days
cherry blossoms bloom

the daffodils’ gaze
dancing on the near-spring breeze
while the jays chatter
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Met a really cool guy today. A former Navy nuclear power program sailor, just like me. Though he is quite a bit younger.
Swapped stories of our respective experiences, which I enjoyed. Yet I often worry in those moments that I’ll become like the subject of Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days”, a relic, trapped in the past. Grave fate, for me, at least.

out into the night
a beacon on my sidewalk
crisp air reminders

star filled night
reaching heavenwards
caressing God’s face

so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind