(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
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,
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…
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,