For Bede
(2014)
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
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…
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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…