October, 2019
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,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine