4-1-2017
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
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…
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
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,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.