(2014)
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.