I hold fast to my walking stick as I leave the beaten path to follow my own trail Into only partially familiar woods. There is a part of me that hunkers down Here, within the gloom of autumn or later, the promise of spring Tilt back my head Shake my mane and Sniff the air. […]
Category: Poetry
Deep purple
Winter coaxes FallTo move aside, rest nowLast of our aubergines! © Nancilynn Saylor17 November 2017
Another broken morning
They did not know when they brushed their teeth and washed their Sunday morning faces … To join with their friends in worshipTo be in a house of the Lord As they filed into their small whiteunassuming, country church greeting each other with smiles on a bright Central Texas dayMen shaking handsWomen nodding to one […]
Summer slips away
Serranos dangleNorth wind dances in fallen leavesFirst freeze comes early ©Nancilynn Saylor 27 October 2017
Raindrops are falling
In pre-dawn darkness,thunder rumbles, rains move through.Northern breezes blow. Nancilynn Saylor22 October 2017
“Red sails in the Sunset”
Residues of duskLast night/linger still at dawn/Painted Texas skies. ©Nancilynn Saylor19 October 2017
“Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning”
Sun-kissed trees shimmer/Golden, in early dawn's chill/Resident Crows caw. Nancilynn Saylor 17 October 2017
“Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere”
"Your hair is like mums,"Words murmured fifty years pastToday, mums remind. ©Nancilynn Saylor15 October 2017
End of the innocence
I miss the freedoms we knew/When we were still young/ Scales covered our eyes. © Nancilynn Saylor12 0ctober 2017
When life gives you limes…
Quiet morning taskGathering up the harvest Mexican Lime time ©Nancilynn Saylor21September 2017
