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.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
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…
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
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
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…
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go