(2014)
Have felt this about leaving of any sort: jobs, relationships, places
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…
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
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
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes