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 dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
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
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
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,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up