Magical inspiration. 4-2-24
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.