3/12/24
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…