(2015)
Up lately looking at the night sky. Not getting much sleep but oh what a way to spend some time.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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
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.