Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
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…
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
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