(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
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,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;