Some thoughts about the recent blue moon, not to be seen again for some time! 2023
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
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.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
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,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
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,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
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…
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,