(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
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,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
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
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
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,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
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
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.