(2013)
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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 hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life