(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand