(2014)
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
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.
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal