(2013)
#Autumn
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched