(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while