(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,