9-11-19
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
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
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset