(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the