(2013)
#Autumn
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay