4-1-19
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.