October, 2019
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last