(2013)
#Autumn
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old