(2015)
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
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.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
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,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.