4-1-2017
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
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
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,