(2014)
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy