6-2017
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
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.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
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
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.