(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals