On this memorial day, thinking of my maternal grandfather who was a medic in WW1. May his soul be at peace. 5-2018
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
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
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,