#michael escoubas

A Road Much Travelled

It isn't Robert Frost's less-travelled road, that fork in life where one must decide which way to go.

This road is merely a path much travelled on, worn and dusty, boring to a ten-year-old. Then, life

happens between the school bus and the house— Mother meets me at the door, scoops me up like soft ice cream, kisses

my peach-colored cheeks, brings out a plate of warm Toll House cookies, with cold milk, sits near me, her chin resting in both hands.

Of Swans and Rainbows

When I consider what may be waiting beyond comforts of the sun, beyond misty shadows and dreams . . .

I wonder . . . what could be better than this midday moment: the lake’s whispered lapping, trees soon to be Crayola colored,

the swan’s pearled feathers, the smooth curl of her neck . . . this picture of home and peace, the swan alone on the shore

November 1st

The sun rises splaying the sky in layers of purple, pink and gray.

The air has a new chill; one not felt during a warmer-than-usual October.

The atmosphere feels good on your skin, You breathe deeply as you enjoy

the subtle seasonal change; change you know will soon enough become

winter’s deeper chill, its snowy blankets, its icy blizzards, its commentary on death.

For now, you are content in November’s compassionate hints of grace, ensconced

Bedside Breakfast

It has become an early morning habit. I’m up first toasting bagels golden brown, anointing them with rivers of cream cheese. I cleanse a luscious Gala apple, remove the inspection tag and with a paring knife, slice the succulent orb in equal portions. With a waiter’s towel draped over my left arm, I take her plate bedside, then bring mine. We taste

Tranquility by Michael Escoubas, Artist Lisa Maier

Tranquilityby Michael EscoubasArtist Lisa Maier It is first lighthis favorite time of daywhen the world is stillsave for a twig-snapby an awakening deeror the slap of a beaver’s tailyonder where the streambends and eddies into a pool. Day emerges softly,mosses, ferns, and wildflowersperfume misty air withbreathless spices anointing lifein one unrepeatable momentwhen man and Nature becomea…