4-1-2017
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
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,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos