11-7-2018
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,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
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…