beware the meadows masked in amber and aspen groves that spill gold glitter 'tis time of the Turn when darkness steal the light be still and listen the quiet season beckons
I'm coming up on fifty-nine and realized I've lived through other times, the way back days, as the grand-kids say. Some might call 'em the good old days. Looking back, I see my early life in black and white, television shows in shades of grey, and TV dinners in aluminum trays. Walter Cronkite broadcast the news of a war in the jungle; we were destined to lose. The Ed Sullivan show was Mama's fave she even let us stay up late to see the debut of a British boy band with long hair wearing black suits. It takes a long life, to reflect upon your way-back-days. I've been blessed. I am grateful. With every sunrise I'm still amazed!
Art by Sue Viseth ~ 2019
As waves crash upon the pier the black cat keeps watch in the old man's beard. Watchers are they, two of a kind; the lighthouse keeper and his sneaky feline. They forego sleep, as keepers of the light, to assure safe passage for seafarers of the night.