(2015)
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to