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.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.