A poem for fun! 9/20/20
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
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.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.