(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own