Love, love, love…

As we near Valentines Day this week, I realized how much my perspective on love has changed and grown since I was 20 and got married for the first time. Back then, these verses seemed to reveal the fluttery, passionate, fairy tale love.

Time

                        Time is too rapid, relentlessly beating, ticking, pulsing. How can it be that yesterday I was graduating from high school, a giddy girl falling in love, and today I'm too rapidly rushing towards being sixty, silver hair peeking out of my red hair …

Autumn Night

Mountain breezes sough, Rio Grande flows. Autumn night is full of grace. D. Elaine Wood-Lane 10/22/17