(2014)
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most