7-3-21. Impressions of summer
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure