4-1-19
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
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,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion