Today we celebrate our son, Mike on the occasion of his 46th birthday.
He was not with us
for so many birthdays
Lost in a world where mom's and
Dads don't go
except in the nightmares
Of their minds when sleep curls up in
a cold corner of the dark room
And they can only stare silently at the
Ceiling, while the whirring fan seems
to mark the months on invisible
We joyfully celebrate his love and his gentle spirit
Thankful for his presence across the dinner table
he is in arms reach and but
a heartbeat away.
Happy birthday, sweet child o' mine!
© Nancilynn Saylor
14 December 2017
Bathed in soft blue light, I ask,
" Mary, did you know!"
8 December 2017
Silent snowflakes drift
down, blanketing the Sycamore
Christmas lights shimmer.
© Nancilynn Saylor 7 December 2017
Clouds are settling in
Just days past full moon's rising;
5 December 2017
Shards of sun rise blaze
Race across the bedroom wall
Blue curtains, blue sky.
29 November 2017
Sky explodes in orange
Cold Thanksgiving morning
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
Here, within the gloom of autumn
or later, the promise of spring
Tilt back my head
Shake my mane and
Sniff the air.
I crouch beside the creek flowing here, simple and without a care.
A glimpse of a whitetail yearling
Frozen in the tangled underbrush
The soft call the cardinal sings to his mate
The reflection of us all in the stream
In this late November dawn