(2013)
#Autumn
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…