The west coast of FLA. is hot in the summer but there is always a breeze and water to cool off in or so I remember when I was a child.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
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
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.