Slow Dawn

Across the pasture

and the road, the morning mist

slowly crawls, causing

us to crawl too. Through the mist

we see what we might have missed..



A Moving Surprise

A sudden burst of

energy as I move to

music from my youth.

I find I can dance and play

in a graceful, ageless way.


(With gratitude to Denise Medved, designer of Ageless Grace and Janie Peterson, our trainer.)



 Evening arrives with

 the deer reclaiming the yard

as their own, grazing,

relaxed but vigilant, as

we, too, wait for night to fall.