Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
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.
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as