(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.