1-6-2019
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
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
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
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people