For Brennan
(2014)
Dedicated to my son
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,