11-7-2018
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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…
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,