the moon is there for all to see
yet toils in obscurity
there was a time it wasn’t so
all those in love would seek its glow
to ask the goddess of the night
to answer dreams with softened light
i know the times i’ve done the same
with no one near i’d call her name
though full or half or hidden be
she’s always there to comfort me
your son
i’m not an old man yet you see
i’m waiting too there by the sea
he gives me hope and this i know
he’s waiting there for me to show
i’ve stumbled and fallen this is true
but now i’m up i’ve made it thru
so here i am on bended knee
to ask forgiveness and forgiven be
how i made it here upon this place
was a mother’s love and strength and grace
i love you mom
The early hours are best of all
The air is crisp and full of fall
The wind is brisk it knows its way
The lower branches bend and sway.
Seems all the birds are southward bent
Where warmer breezes have been sent
We’ll have to wait until next year
For summertime to reappear !
Claire V. Bogdanos 