4/7/20
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
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
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,