For Bede
(2014)
For my love of 36 years
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love