(2014)
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
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