(2015)
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
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.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up