2-8-24. Thoughts on aging and letting go.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
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
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
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
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,