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.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
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
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
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
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
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
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while