1-6-2019
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon