(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars