(2014)
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
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 lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,