(2014)
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
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.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
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,