(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,