(2014)
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
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
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
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird