(2014)
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,