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.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
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
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,