(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,