(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome