(2014)
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
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.
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.