For Bede
(2014)
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years