(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
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…
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,