11-2016.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
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…
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,