9-11-19
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
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.