(2013)
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
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
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
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
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.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,