Sometimes I think too much!
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
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…
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
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
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,