(2015)
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
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…
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.