(2014)
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,