4-1-19
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
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,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
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…
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the