Fall is my favorite season but they all have a purpose and beauty. 10-12-22.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
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.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
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
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without