1-6-2019
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart