(2014)
Have felt this about leaving of any sort: jobs, relationships, places
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
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
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,