(2014)
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
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most