9-11-19
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
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,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while