I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,