(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
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,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
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…
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,