(2013)
#Autumn
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
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…
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
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,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,