Seems like only yesterday the sky was a turquoise shade of blue babies breath and fall surrounded us. We raised our children together coffee clutch at the local diner; Mom's on a break... the gift of gab and so much more the wind was blowing strong As love was falling from our grasp husbands and …
Tag: life
Not Forgotten
Those days of laughter, shared smiles, a nod of knowing... they aren't over yet are they?Inquisitive questions innocently posed in a way that only the high and mighty could possibly answer... And when the heart feels even the slightest bit of anticipation - like a dove taking flight ...peaceful wings span, joy and exhilaration occur …
Shadows
Tongue and cheek slap down mixed match lovers jest one blink loser begs for mercy there wasn't a time when second thoughts or lack of judgement flying too high meant it wasn't our time but just as the fun began you slipped away off to another land without limitations leaving me behind trapped in the …
Baby’s Breath
Baby's breath tiny petals white love drips down weary cheeks yellow and red lights glimmer in the dark sterile halls Hippocratic Oath prevails shifting tides turn thoughts lack of conviction comes into question whispered words of God and Mary secret prayers said in silence bended knee head bowed to the almighty beads slip through fingers …
Infant Heart
In the darkness candle light glows eyes close the box has no walls walking in circles pacing like a cat with intention and nothing fits the way it once did nothing is as it once was future holds the untold cradle the infant heart carefully ~ © 2013 Trilby
Best Is Yet To Come
Silver spoons and snake skins hanging from the rear view mirror top down and the wind is blowing like there is something on fire keeping my demons at bay and when the devil is at the cross roads tapping his foot impatiently waiting for the woman dressed in black my widows walk doesn't seem so …
Sweet Serenade
Purple Crocus ~ Spring 2011 ~ Fairfield CT Winter winds blow past Sweet serenade Leaving sentimental traces Of lavender, lace Ribbons tie together… All that was precious Held gingerly In the sanction Of our potential ~ Spring sashays in Sweet Serenade With the freshness Of beginnings, While endings Traipse off Leaving a lasting scent… Familiar …
Trilby Yates 