(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
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.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,