Winter 2024
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.