(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.