leaves fall slowly to the ground as pine trees take over the land scape
scenting the earth with there lovely  scent.
Birds of summer have flown south,
as junco's arrive and cardinals dance.
Thoughts of times past, of faces gone.
Remembered shadows of lost friendship's.
The moon rises full through the clouds.
wind blows into the night,
soon snow will blanket the ground in soft white.


by DS
november 19th 2013

HUMING BIRD.
One lovely sunny day  as I was tending my basket of flowers.
a sudden flash of shiny green buzzed by and landed next to
me on the humming bird feeder,
So close was it! I coud almost reach out and touch it.
I stood so still,
and watched it as it drank and often fluttered it almost opaque wings.
Suddenly a burst of wind rustled my hair and the bird took to flight.
Such a wonderful gift of nature, that I was blessed to experience.
Reminding me that summer is coming to a end molding into fall.  
DS
AUGUST 1
2024

Clouds roll smoothly across the sky, taking last summer away.
Winds blow soon to bring snow. We stand looking  at the past our children growing fast.
it is a time of reflection. time to let go.


Lyn Stebbins
January 27th 2022.

walking down a street remembering, good times spent
laughter shared. Then changes come along.
a message  at a wrong  time, a friend strung out. angry words spoken
cold accusations, and blame placed. A friendship broken.
I sit with feelings hurt, A pain ill never forget. For it is time  to turn the page  
and walk away. This time I can not let it go and forgive.,
so i pray to say good buy. look to clouds in the sky.


by DS october 8th
2021

the snow blows across the ground wind twirling it about,
a face to touch so far, now not around, a memory left and no sound,
i stand and watch the snow fall, and wonder why he had to go.
BY  LYN
2002

the clouds role in, the fog and rain wraps around me,
I listen to distant music, I miss a Friend I miss my Son,
I miss my Mom who has moved on to her next journey.
People  fight! people die. Tears drop and I cry.
Numbers grow
each day. Wish there was a way to win
this covid war.  It seems to take  a stand.  
  Every day this battle that mankind is fighting
is getting bad. I Wish I  could talk to Mom and Dad
so I just look to the sky and pray.

2019
November 24th
bye Lyn Stebbins.

memory's  of a time  shared, now lost
looking at the moon and wondering what went wrong.

why did it end so suddenly.
reaching out to a fading smile.
A sea between. eyes of blue.
I stand alone  and whisper a name.
the rain softly falls, through the night.
maybe if  I light a candle he will return.









jan 2nd 2016
bye LN