(2014)
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last