(2014)
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched