6-2017
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
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,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
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.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go