I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
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,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light