(2014)
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
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
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
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,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
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…
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
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down