I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
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.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart