Some thoughts about the recent blue moon, not to be seen again for some time! 2023
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the