(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go