October, 2019
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
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.
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.
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…
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle