The Monarchs Flight

Sunny Saturday morn Cool water on bright flowers Praising, I look to the sky Eyes closed. Pondering A breeze across my face Winds from the west Airport to the east Jet engines roar overhead Praise interrupted with tears A week from today She will leave Like a Monarch Her flight to Mexico Late August Emerging … Continue reading The Monarchs Flight

Eye of the Beholder

The morning sun flooded her office. I can’t recall why I stepped in but will never forget the way the light warmed her velvet skin and illuminated her brown eyes. We talked but my only recollection is feeling mesmerized by her beauty and her strong character. I was, in fact, a bit envious. In this … Continue reading Eye of the Beholder