(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes