(2013)
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission