9-11-19
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
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.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without