(2015)
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,