Standing out in the dark of night
as the wind silently blows through the trees.
Leaves flutter as the  firefly's dance.  
The full moon glows so bright, lighting up the yard and street.
I think of what all I'm blessed with, And remember those who have
passed through my life.


bye LS June 22 2021

doors half open. Mar 20, '08 12:32 AM


    I walk around  alone in the shopping center. I

smile at a stranger

they don't even notice,You say hi,

they walk on by......when did people all die?

go to a small coffee shop,

Enjoy a dark roast. take in

the warmth of the cup.

pick up the paper, read the head lines!

more about the war

another shooting in a school, lines the paper.

Possible snow tomorrow.

did you really want to know.?  An supervisor at your job

asked you how you are & why your low.

remember to smile and compliment them,

they really don't want to know.

  don't be honest ,

our your unemployed.

        isn't it a shamed! no one wants

to know your name

you must... play the game!  Its all the same.    

3.18.08  ©

today we walked along the river with the water lapping against the shore, and a gentle breeze
blew against the blue sky. Buds were starting to break  out on the tips of the branches. It soothed  my soul, and allowed me to disconnect from the clutter of everyday life. It is great to be in the moment and appreciate all that surround's us. One is blessed with time to reflect. All the beauty.

I stand in the middle of winter, looking out at the snow,
i wonder if i should stay or go. If i should leave fore the one
the doesn't like me, So. I am alone. Spring is yet far.
fore one reminds me of another gone. I can not speak of what is within.
by lyn s. feb 2015

wind chimes  are singing fluty music.
I see his eyes in my head, i hear the distant wind whisper.
The  sun warms me, I see a face awaiting
to be touched.
thoughts warm me. and dreams delight me.
jan 6 2016
by lyn.

I remember your last days,
your fading smile, your quieter ways,
Eyes met in a farewell between mother
and daughter. Tears held inside.
I remember the matching dresses
you made, the vacation at the ocean,
You taught me to swim.
I remember our laughter in a motel exercise room,
and looking at the southern full moon.
Memory's flow as the winds blow through the autumn tree,s
I may not have known all that you went through,
It has brought me closer to you.  time is the distance
between You and Me

poem written and revised
by Deirdre  Stebbins
November 27th 2019
Fore Mom

I was once a romantic,  still love the sound of a babbling brook,
nature still thrills me, but a cynic ahhhhhhhh a cynic Ive become. A Disillusioned romantic. I would greet a stranger walking down the lonely street.
but many  do not smile or greet you back, people walk bye with faces like  stone. I too am  turning to stone , I don't smile at strangers any more. Inside I cry, inside I'm  sensitive. Have
I given up on Love? the violence out there  troubles me, Why do people fight when it would be so much more pleasant to smile and hug and shake hands in the sunshine.. A cynic is but a disillusioned
Idealist. A cynic sees all. knowing nothing of life. they just spout there  strife.
L.S. March 2nd 2021