Pull Up The Blinds

My poems chronicle over seventy years.

Poems, like music, become a life-long means of communication. Subjects and locations, together with imagery and ideas, are as diverse as the places visited, painting pictures and capturing thoughts with words. It all started in southern Indiana with many stop-overs.

Pull up the Blinds – search for truth and beauty and hope.

Two pots of Polyanthus – one red,

one blue,

Sat staring from the wooden pew,