Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go