For Bede
(2014)
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
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,
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
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and