1-6-2019
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up