(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
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,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light