(2014)
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
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.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…