(2015)
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
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,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.