Sometimes I think too much!
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
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.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird