(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
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
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and