(2013)
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos