(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched