(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
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,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
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…