7-4-18. Thoughts on the power of love.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to