7-3-21. Impressions of summer
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
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
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
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,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as