(2013)
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
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
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
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
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
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,