11-7-2018
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
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,
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…
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
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.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,