summer

Apple Farm


The old red barn

Has lost some charm

The bare cupboards

sound alarm .

As the day of plenty

Is now in the past

The smell of yesterday

Somehow still last

Handkerchiefs are gone

Crochet by hand

The tiny baskets

No longer stand

The apples still ripen

And the pears still fall

Mask are all worn

But not by all

Poets and artist

Will record this time

When people passed

And the need to be kind.

©. CMM. 2020

A Sunday


My daughter and my 3 grandchildren and me at a local farm.

Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged; parents are the pride of their children.
–Proverbs 17:6

Our Moment


I was trying to run the hill

When stopped by waiting still

was a lovely deer curious of me.

And I looked closely to see,

the beauty of nature, a sight

a pause , and then took flight

©. CMM 2020

My Son and My Run


He laughs and sings

And dances on stage hoping to

Distract a world at rage .

© CMM 2020

Infinity


I walk among ancient sands

Yet walk as if it was new

The winds blow at my side

And I only think of you.

© CMM 2020



Early Light


Light breaks into sound

Birds sing territorially

Soon drowned out by humanity.

© CMM 2020

Fairy Dust


If you wake in the morning

while all the world sleeps

you will see the crystals of the fairy dust.

They were left during the night

To light their way

just in sight

as the moon bows

the twilight shows it’s veil

Short but beautiful