(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
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.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
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…
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
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,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often