Pleasant dreams. 3/2/24
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
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