20 Lines A Day

A Community of Writers and Photographers



Autumn’s fingers poke into
blue skies, coloring trees
crimson, orange, yellow and gold,
dusting them with wealth,
expectation of change this time of year.
Frost soon,
gregarious announcer of winter
hunches with gray shoulders as
if it were a cat stretching. An odd
justice creeps over the land,
killing summer, erasing fall, and
lighting the landscape with white
October treasure remains.
Pilfered, we trudge on toward December
quietly, steadily, with
teeth cutting into growth
under the snows.
Violence erupts, blizzard
winds whip with
extraordrinary power,
yammering temperatures to


Counting Days

Crescendos toward December sound, like wind
a-whooshing through the fall toward winter’s blast.
All elm tree foliage has come unpinned
and ground is covered in those crisps that last

until the earth’s adorned in gowns of white.
We march to our Thanksgiving, make big plans,
then Christmas shows its colors day and night.
We gather families and our friends, our clans

to celebrate. But what of days between?
What ordinary Tuesday strikes a chord
of music, makes us polish to a sheen
our house? We are the lady and the lord

of this, our manor, and we do not wait
for special times. Each one is special, yes,
and so we dust it off and note the date.
A tree, lake, note, a word means more, not less

as time plods on. Or does time race? I hold
the precious close without apology,
for I can feel it. I am getting old.
Please keep the lights bright on my life’s marquee.

The Worker

She blows the leaves into artistic heaps,
allowing not a crisp of brown to fall
upon her drive. When will the city haul
these leaf piles well away? No young child leaps

into her mounds of crackled yellow leaves.
I wonder at her need to keep so free
of Nature’s wind that blows them. I can see
the coming challenge: winter snow that cleaves.


Spilled Tears

Spilled tears, never coming back-

Forget them, they will only hurt.

They are gone, rolling down your cheeks-

some of them evaporating in the process,

others falling down somewhere to oblivion

becoming the past.

Forget them, they will only hurt.


We went walking in the woods out back

Beautiful Walk


The woods today smelt like rich earth

Mushrooms and acorns everywhere

Fuzzy caterpillars were seen as well

Tracks left by deer

Scat left from who knows what

There were leaves on the ground

So many still have yet to fall

See fall is really taking hold

The nights colder the sun more precious

Animals looking for shelter

Food as well

So glad I have a home and a warm blanket

A place to lay my head safe from the cold

I just wish everyone else did



Thoughts on a Friday

Originally posted on Dwell Richly:

A wooden ladder leaning against a tree

Some excerpts from Robert Frost’s “After Apple-Picking” now when there are so many apples to be picked…

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now….


And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I…

View original 44 more words


Let’s Take A Long Sunday Drive


A trip along my favorite NH Roadway

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:



Let me take you along my favorite stretch of roadway and you will see NH all decked out  in her finest!

One section is 32 miles with NO GAS.  It’s OK, I promise not to run out.


White Mountain National Forest





White Mountain National Forest




Look at those COLORS just up ahead.




I want to show you  something that makes NH special

Covered Bridge #29

We are spoiled by  so many of these bridges,  throughout our state.

Let’s check out the river, I did tell you before that there is GOLD here.

GOLD Laden River





OK Jump back in let’s check out a few more spots of color.










Let’s keep our eyes open,  MOOSE ARE HUGE!




Let’s pull off and check…

View original 139 more words


Temporarily Suspended

I fell a little while ago. As I’ve written before, I give my brother piano lessons by Skype, and sometimes I carry my laptop out to the living room to the piano so he can see my hands as I demonstrate something on the keyboard.

I was carrying the computer from the living room back to the room where I usually use it, and missed the one step up, landing flat on the tile floor, hitting a table next to the front door. All my little Willow Tree angels fell over. The computer fell to the floor too, but it seems to be all right.

Me? I’m very sore, and I’m sure will be even more sore tomorrow. But I doubt that anything is broken, or I’d be in more pain than this. Everything hurts on the right side from my shoulder on down to ankle and everything in between.

At least I didn’t re-break my right leg. I would be so upset had that happened. For now I just have to deal with some pain. So I might be most comfortable in the recliner…and I can use that time to do some writing.



I’m editing this to dedicate it especially to Caroline Rhein.  Caroline is the former sister in law of my brother Steve’s wife Jean.  She was just critically injured in a motorcycle accident, in which her companion was killed, and is recovering in the hospital.  It’s my understanding that she still doesn’t know about her companion’s death.  They had been out celebrating her birthday.  I met her 10 years ago, in April of 2002, when I was visiting Steve and Jean in Colorado.  We seemed to really get on well, and I never forgot that time visiting with her and the connection we made, although we did not stay in touch through the years since.  But she’s been through more than many people could endure, including the tragic loss of a son 3 years ago.  You can read about that in my brother’s blog here.  Praying for a speedy recovery for Caroline, and for healing in her heart for the many trials she’s endured and is still enduring.

May there be no violent storm raging deep within your soul

But may there be a summer breeze that blows, and does console

May you know the warmth of being loved, and loving in return

And if your love should leave you, may your light inside still burn

May you never become bitter, with cold and hardened heart

May you always know that every day brings with it a new start

When you can lay aside all the troubles you have known

And recall only the memory of kindness life has shown

This is my prayer for you, upon this August day

When fall is now approaching, with the leaves that fall away

May they carry with them all the things that take away your smile

So to lighten up your journey as you walk another mile


The journey is amazing, with such beauty to behold

But along the way, I know the winds that blow can be quite cold

I pray the flame of God’s great love will always keep you warm

And you will know to look to Him to keep you from all harm

Remember through the winter that the snow will one day melt

I pray that melting with it will be all the hurts you’ve felt

And when the spring returns again, with new life all around

May it bring you peace from deep within, and blessings that abound.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 3,370 other followers

%d bloggers like this: