1-6-2019
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
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
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure