Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.