(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.