Pleasant dreams. 3/2/24
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay