Fresh fruit, ripe and sweet
memories inside, buried deep.
Ocean walks, with naked feet
the memories, I’ve yet to meet.
Laughing so hard, my eyes start to leak
solitary moments, no one need speak
Classic rock, blues guitars
light their match, bleed my scars.
Stormy nights, whiskey with tangerine
clear starry nights, Adirondack chairs between evergreens.
Autumn evenings, crickets keep time
late-night talks, gin-tonic with lime.
Sunny spring days, Orioles baseball.
golden fall leaves, Steelers football!
Roadtrips with friends, deep conversation
old classic movies, artsy claymation.
Heartfelt poetry, lyrics with healing
kisses and hugs, words that show feelings.
Jumping in rivers, canoeing on lakes,
swimming in oceans, lazing on banks.
forehead kisses, sweet surprises.
Dancing in the kitchen, no place better
peanut butter cups, handwritten letters.
Writing all day, coffee and tea
reading all night, coffee and tea.
Cooking and baking, sourdough bread
trying creations, from inside my head.
Taking pictures, freezing time
long hot showers, flowing rhyme.
Bonfires and stargazing, cool summer nights
beer on front porches, watching day turn to night
Walks in the rain, walks in sunlight,
walks in cemeteries, walks in moonlight.
Time spent with family, ones I love most
Uncle Mike breakfasts, hubby’s french toast.
Lazy days, mornings that last all afternoon
animated movies, animals made from balloons.
Postcards, old cookie cutters
vintage aprons, baking for others.
Vinyl records, ancient history
hidden waterfalls, magic and mystery.
Cotton candy, Christmas tree lights
National parks, steep mountain hikes.
Seeing new sights, coming home
being with people, time spent alone.
The things that bring smiles, the people who care
the writers, the artists, the people who share.
When the roads of life, become too hard to drive
I remember the little things, then I feel alive.
Photo also by yours truly