(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
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.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
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
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay