(2015)
We have a huge owl that lives in woods behind our house, he sometimes hoots at night.
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
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
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.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes