1-6-2019
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes