by Marilou Suchar

By myself – but not alone
Watching snowflakes as they roam
I watch the birds swarm to feed
I see them clamber in their need
By myself – but not alone.

By myself – but not alone
I note the buds until full grown
Spring has come, the days grow long
Birds abundant with their songs
By myself – but not alone.

By myself, but not alone
Life is short, it has just flown
No regrets – my Lord is near
One more winter – one more tear
By myself – but not alone

by Marilou Suchar
February 3, 2017

Memories, thoughts – bits of wisdom
Come and goes like
Waves on the tides of the sea –
Comes flowing back – time after time

Like a sweet – poignant song
Or an embrace – tugging at my heart
Tears of joy
Tears of sorrow
Tears of regret
God knows – and I know

I cannot retain them all
Every day – day after day
They come back – flowing – slowly
Steadily – across my mind.

Time

by April Cookson

Time speeds by like a racing wild horse,
escalating into the future by an unseen force.
Nights seem short, days even shorter…
no time to sit back, to linger, or loiter.
So, take this moment to grin a big smile
And know what you do is all worthwhile.

I must go

by Marilou Suchar
May 16, 2015

The ocean is calling to my heart,
I must go
To walk the shore, and in me store
The smell, the feel, the love.

The ocean beckons me, some, now
And see,
See the waves, the shells, feel the warm sand
And maybe just be. Come hold my hand.

The ocean cries – the longing, the yearning
I must return
To the seagulls cry
To the glistening waves
To the wind in my face
To the sound

I must go. The ocean calls me.

Contrails

by the late Milt Huntington
Augusta

Jet planes streaking through the sky
Leave their contrails there to die.
We who watch them from below
Can only wonder where they go.

We hear their disappearing sound
As it echoes dimly to the ground.
From west to east and east to west
They travel headlong to their nest.

Birds of silver, birds of white
Travel swiftly day and night.
Like an arrow through the blue
They fly away from me and you.

We can only watch and say:
“They’ll be back another day.”
When they land, we’ll be right here
To see the contrails reappear.