(2014)
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love