4-1-2017
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a