(2015)
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
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,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last