(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
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
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart