Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
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
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
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.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the