(2013)
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
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…
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
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
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want