(2014)
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.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
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…
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
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.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission