Russell’s Ramblings

Those who do not hear the music might think the dancer mad

Selected Poems 2009

Wonderful Weekends


The weekends seem so long ago

Early morning sun peaked into the Sunday Sky

Cold milk dancing on fresh corn flakes

Cool winds whispering to tall green pines

Telling silent secrets no one could hear

The tiny dog huddled in the corner

dreaming little puppy dog dreams

Fresh cornbread sifted through the air

The red birds gliding effortlessly from tree to tree

Sounds of cars rush down the lost highway

disappearing into a dark country night

Moments watching the needle

Gliding through the fabric of my youth

Stitching moments together

A soft satin quilt of patches in time

Keeps me safe and warms my soul

March 24, 2009 - Posted by | Poems | , , ,

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