(2014)
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while