9-11-19
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,