7-3-21. Impressions of summer
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
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
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart