(2014)
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
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
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
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.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to