(2014)
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
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
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face