(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,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
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
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine