A poem for fun! 9/20/20
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without