11-2016.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
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
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.