(2013)
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
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
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
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
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…
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon