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.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
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
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
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
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,