(2015)
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
