55 Years and 6 Days

****************************************************** ************************************** Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman who chose to share her love with me. ********************* At the beginning of December Conversations turned to… Read More 55 Years and 6 Days

~~ September’s Song ~~

******************************************************************* *********************************************** ***************************** There’s a coolness  In the breeze As leaves shower From the trees. Days grow short and Nights grow long As Autumn sings  September’s Song. ***************************** **************

A Midnight Rose

(The painting is a bit of fluff just completed. Part of my summertime distractions.) ************************************************** ****************************************** Only in the deepest darkness Does she come to the one She knows, and to him alone Does she give the beauty And the loveliness of the Beautiful Midnight Rose. ************ ***** **  

When Life Was Young

********************* This old worn out guitar won’t let me go near as far as that beautiful winking star In the moonlight it seems I’m forever tied to dreams held in balance, life’s extremes I find you in the morning light And in the starlight of the night With this I know that all is right  ******************************… Read More When Life Was Young

~ Night Dreams ~

******************************************************************************* ********************************************************** Tonight I am far away. I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the… Read More ~ Night Dreams ~

~ Stars ~

*************************************** The night is crystal clear And the slivered moon is bright. Stars wink at me From their place in the heavens tonight. I see your reflection In their eyes ********************************* *************** ******* ***


    Know that ye can’t kiss an Irish lass by surprise, only just sooner than she thought ye might !  …and now ’til day be done, may yer day be filled wi’ Irish fun ! ******************************************************** Lá Shona Fhéile Pádraig go léir! Sláinte ag! ******************************* **************** *****    

Prelude to St. Patrick’s Day

************************************************************** *********************************************************** Many sites will tell you that the little trefoil known as the shamrock was once known as “seamróg“, pronounced “Seamroy”, meaning “little clover”. They also mention the fact that it is a very common clover that grows heartily in Ireland. Many agree that the ancient Druids honored it as a sacred plant. The… Read More Prelude to St. Patrick’s Day