(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
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.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
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