(2014)
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
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.