4/7/20
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
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
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion