1-6-2019
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
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
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.