Dedicated to my husband who is a clay artist, 5/17/22.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
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
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
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,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.