(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
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
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry