(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
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
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,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,