1-6-2019
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life