(2014)
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes