(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
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,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace