(2014)
Just some thoughts about how things are and the pull to wish things, "Otherwise."
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
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
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
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,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go