(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
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
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.