(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset