Tomorrow

Tomorrow we'll walk through the country,
Past fields of golden harvest, to the brook laced with dew.

Tomorrow we'll walk through the city,
Past taverns and teahouses, to pubs smelling of brew.

Tomorrow we'll walk together, hand laced in hand,
And find what’s been missing, sifting through sand.

Tomorrow we'll sit at the pier and look out at the sea.
Tomorrow will be here, just wait and see.

Another day older, another wrinkle to bear.
But tomorrow will soon be here, and I won’t have a care.

Years roll on and children grow up.
Still there’s tomorrow, when we all will find luck.

The winter has come, the wind blows cold.
Where is tomorrow, I’m growing so old.

The day is through, tomorrow will come no more
But yesterday, oh yes, yesterday……

October 2009

A Day at the Market - Sunday Lunch

Borsch, peroshki, berries (supposedly good for high blood pressure), wine from the Kuban (Russia's southern region), vodka. The ladies sell dried fish, I don't care for those. In fact, the horse sausage is quite exotic - more like horse jerky.

The Wanderer

My back is aching and my mind is dearth
How I long for the comfort of that hearth
For in this world while I seek more knowledge
Lets make sure my girls get through college.

Come with me, old sages from the past
For time is short, it will not last
With each life some pain and thunder
A little fear, a little hunger.

Strangers with tales to tell and songs to sing
Sometimes comfort and sometimes sting
Outlooks are broadened and inwards I look
My soul is sharpened while I read on in my books.

Some will do, some will teach
And some things seem out of reach
Why burden yourself, some may say
Because someday night will turn to day.
- Ridinger, October 2009

Another trip to Elabuga

Its fall now and the weather is cooling quickly. another trip to the Elabuga village was in order to watch the leaves change. (Yes, that is me standing in front of Lenin)