A beautiful moon.
The fall air is cool.
Music is therapy.
A picture of my mother
under lamp light.
There is a peculiar stillness in darkness.
Creatures of the night move
mysteriously in the starlight.
A bookmark protrudes in between
Pages 100 – 101
Frederick Douglas: Prophet of Freedom
by David W. Blight.
Two windows half way opened;
The branches and leaves of fall trees
move gracefully in light breeze.
The beauty of a clear sky
and twinkling stars overhead.
Several books stacked up at the edge of a large table.
Fine point and ball point pens mixed in
with a few pencils and markers in a container.
A stack of notebooks and writing pads.
Scented candles I’ve never used.
The humming of an air purifier.
A large cup of coffee with sweet condensed milk.
The comfort of a warm quilt.
A beautiful note written to me from someone
over twenty years ago on the back of a card
with a white dove and backdrop of floral colors,
that was recently rediscovered.