(2014)
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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 buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
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,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
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.
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