I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
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
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
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…
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
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