9-11-19
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
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,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,