(2015)
Multi-tasking is overrated!
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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…
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
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,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.