(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
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…
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals