Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;