4/7/20
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
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
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.