Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,