(2014)
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last