Sometimes I think too much!
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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…
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life