Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
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…
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,