Written after a trip to the seashore, 4-2023.
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
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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…