(2014)
Sometimes fear and indecision can be the biggest obstacle to change.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
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