Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that