Activities of Jim Yerman

I looked outside one morning as the day had just begun to see a grey sky overhead….dark clouds blotting out the sun.

Sadness seemed to blanket everything at the beginning of this day…the world seemed smaller…more confining as a storm was on its way.
...

They walked into the bookstore…a young girl and her mother
and as they browsed throughout the store they held hands with one another.

I love the innocence of the young for wherever they chose to look
...

Have you ever wondered about this…have you ever stopped to think…
Why,20 times every minute…often without even noticing…we blink?

I don't know the answer but I like to think it has to do with Jupiter and Mars…yes, I think the reason that we blink can be found up in the stars.
...

A light rain began falling this morning and when I looked up much to my surprise I saw a small cloud just above me with tears falling from her eyes.

"What's the matter little cloud? " I asked as she floated in the sky.
"On a beautiful morning such as this…what could make you cry? "
...

Happy birthday and thank you Theodor Geisel…for it's so easy to deduce
all the things you helped to teach us…not as Theodor…but Dr. Seuss.

You taught us how to count…at least to the number two
...

There is this oak tree in our front yard with whom I like to talk…she greets me every morning as I'm about to take my walk.

After our greeting this morning…I paused…overcome by a wave of sadness because…I don't think I ever thanked this tree for everything she does.
...

After her mother died she watched her father begin to fade away.
He was always a quiet man, reserved, polite…soft spoken.
but now he hardly ever said a word…she could see his heart was broken.
...

The other day as I headed out on the early walk I always take…in the silence of the morning I heard those familiar sounds a baby makes.

And I thought…isn't this a wonderful way for a new day to begin…so, as those sounds drifted to me on the morning breeze, I stopped to drink them in.
...

We live our life in fragments…moments that are fleeting.
We spend a lifetime accumulating pieces to a puzzle we are, everyday, completing.

Our parents begin our puzzle…(it is after them our puzzle's named)
...

Today as I walked under our oak trees a persistent morning breeze coaxed a myriad of leaves from their home amidst the trees.

(For those of you experiencing winter…who think a poem about fallen leaves is just wrong…Remember…I happen to live Florida…where the leaves fall all year long!)
...