For Brennan
(2014)
Dedicated to my son
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire