1-6-2019
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…
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.