(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
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.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.