1-6-2019
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
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,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most