For Bede
(2014)
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire