soft afternoon light
rays filtering through cobwebs
passing panes of thought

artist
R.TomGilleon

a fire inside
there dwells the hearth of the home
you stoke it with love

 

 

nodding columbine
morning meditation walk
garden bells silent

 

lonely summer day
a piece of cake to dull it
too much company

Spring ephemeral
pink then blue then they are gone
joy can be like this

bowl of chicken soup
cure rising over noodles
like my mother made

get the story down
writing that really matters
advice on three beers

local cuisine hunt
an epicurean risk
next time, read the sign

It is what it is
broasted chicken and stuffing
Viking Grill visit

 Lawrence Avenue
Mexican people waiting
 their bus yet to come

we see each other

I offer food, he gives joy

he thinks me the fool

falling into leaves
 looking up
into the sky
 feeling safe
right where you are
Daddy looking on
now that's childhood


falling into leaves
looking up into the sky
watched over by dad

early morning light
worn oak chair,a coffee mug
something good to read

You have to respect
 an open door that threatens
signs are everywhere

Japanese maple
the slant of afternoon light
a catching of fire

witch hazel blooming
January wind blows cold
winter life shout out

We stepped inside the diner,
strangers in a strange land.
Every boothfull turned and stared
then looked away,not seeing a threat.
We orderd our eggs,sunny-side up.
They don't have Greek toast here
so we chose rye.
In walked an old man,
he walked right to a stool in the corner.
The waitress poured him a cup of hot coffee
without even asking.
He layed out a handful of change on the counter
and began to seperate the coins
and counted
and recounted them.
We looked at each other
thinking the same thing...
he wasn't sure he had enough.
But we were strangers
 in a small town,
 he had all that he needed,
a diner that cared.
We paid our bill
 as he continued to count and recount his change.
 We left
 as Gertie gave him a plate of food.

snow covered sundial
the earth moves around the sun
unseen facts don't change

woodland messenger
a sharp caw-caw sails thorough trees
cast breadcubes on grass

I am so alone
a flower standing in snow
artificial life

winter woods debris
fern and moss reach up to sun
living among dead

paralyzed spirit

gravity claimed body form

a complete collapse