(2014)
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,