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.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
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
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
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,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals