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.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
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,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
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
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.