(2013)
#Autumn
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,