(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
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,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
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…
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.