1-6-2019
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own