(2015)
We have a huge owl that lives in woods behind our house, he sometimes hoots at night.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
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
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.