(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are