(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
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
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
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…
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
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.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.