For Bede
(2014)
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
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
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a