(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
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.
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn