Fall is my favorite season but they all have a purpose and beauty. 10-12-22.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
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,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.