11-7-2018
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
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…
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
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,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
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
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,