For Bede
(2014)
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…
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
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
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
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
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.