(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
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
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,