(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
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.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up