2-2018. Winter has it's moments, but wishing spring comes soon!
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.