The news tonight said our first “Rocket Man” has passed. At the age of ninety five, John Glenn has “slipped the surly bonds of earth,” words from the poem High Flight, that both my father and I loved. I first watched space travel in a school classroom in the early 60s. I […]
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Changes
November changes Blown by helter-shelter winds Leaves dance like dervishes Beneath a blackened dawn Sun peeks Plays hide-and-seek With early clouds Sent skittering to the edges of horizon. Nancilynn Saylor November 2016
November skies
Scant three minutes time west winds shifted north grey clouds smothered out blue sky. Nancilynn Saylor November 2016
“…To her place by the river”
Yesterday we learned that one of my “ultimate” poets, Leonard Cohen, had passed away. He had been part of my life for half a century. I read his poetry while I hung out in the library my junior and senior years of high school in the late 1960s. For some serendipitous occasion our lives crossed […]
Wave song
There is a peace that flows in with the breakers […]
Coastal Bliss
ground still wet Evidence from late night storms- Dawn clouds, iced golden at the edges Sun frosted, sea puddled morning… Grace… ©Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Port Aransas, November Dawn
wo-man’s best friend
That rascally dog came to me just after I lost Gilligan, the wonder dog, not very long after I had lost my oldest son. I could not fathom more pain, more grief. Angus McAngus looked like TOTO and I let him into my ❤️ just 5 days after Gilligan died outside my bedroom door. My […]
Just Passing Through
Drifts in on cool breeze In waxing afternoon light Pausing to refuel ©Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo from the fluttering visitors. Save
A Journal
it was to be a day of cosmic joy that day, long months past- an ordinary January Sunday. Joy came on the sweeping in of cherished friends, Manuel and Alessandro- treated me to Sunday brunch… gifted me with an elegant leather journal gilt-edged pages. they are dear ones who stir the heart, inviting words to […]
Hunter’s Moon
A breezes rustles tickles across the back of my neck… Warm night, October Moon so full so bright the clouds unable to contain her! And she bursts through dropping her cumulus veil… Dancing her way alone across the horizon. Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Hunter’s Moon
Nancilynn is Writing again 