(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
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
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments