1-6-2019
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and