(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,