(2014)
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,