(2015)
We have a huge owl that lives in woods behind our house, he sometimes hoots at night.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
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,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes