11-7-2018
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.