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.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
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
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,