8/26/22. My husband and I traveled recently to a "bucket list" place recently. It did our hearts good!
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset