(2014)
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
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
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.