(2015)
Multi-tasking is overrated!
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
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,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched