Winter 2024
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched