Just a fun little poem on aging 10-2016
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…
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
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.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,