(2013)
#Autumn
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,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
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
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…
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.