Winter 2024
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years