(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
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
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…