(2014)
Have felt this about leaving of any sort: jobs, relationships, places
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
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
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free