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.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;