4-1-19
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
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
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
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,