(2014)
Have felt this about leaving of any sort: jobs, relationships, places
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
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
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.