(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to